Today I visited a beautiful horse.
I was early and his people were late.
He was such an old soul.
I took the liberty of taking off his horse rugs and graciously placed my hands upon his back. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. I stroked him ever so gently, and purposefully ran my hands all over his tired ageing body and he relished every moment. The connection was truly amazing and cannot be described with words, it had no words, it was an immense feeling at a soul level.
He told me he was a School Master and every day he gave lessons to children, some times two or three in a day, sometimes less, sometimes more. He also told me that not one person gave him the time, the time to just sit and be with him, to truly be with him, to stroke him, to show him he mattered and to connect with him at such a deep level.
People came, people went. They saddled him up, they rode him, they unsaddled him, his rugs were put on and he was put back in his yard, sometimes with a feed, sometimes not. Sometimes with fresh sweet water, but most of the time the staleness of three day old water left in his yard was sour to his lips.
He wanted not to be taken for granted, he gave his best everyday and he just wanted somebody to sit awhile and ask nothing of him.
I sat awhile and I asked nothing of him, I stroked his hair and gave him my undivided attention. I gave him his sweet tasting water and our souls were forever linked within that moment.
Thank you beautiful boy for reminding me to be truly present, to open my heart fully and to give to you unconditionally.
