The way of the horse through the eyes of a soul

I was going through one of my old journals recently when I came across an entry I had written as part of a writing exercise.

The intention for the exercise was to write about something that really spoke to my spirit, so of course I choose to write about the horses and what their presence meant to my very being.

I wanted to share that post

It was titled: The way of the horse through the eyes of my spirit

Dated: February 15 2010

“Their breathe is one I felt the day I came to be. Like a guardian on my way they came galloping to me. Their voices fill me up they nourish and help me to breathe. 

My life would be but an empty shell if it weren’t for thee. The horses are my kin, my blood and my bones. Their spirit and mine are one.  When I sleep it is of them I dream and when I awake they are all that I see.

The horses and me are one in the same, there is no thing that stands between us. They are my shadow, my light, my breathe and my soul. To them I owe my life

My dreams ride upon their backs, my voice is carried by the sound of their hooves. Their manes are what I cling to when all seems lost and their eyes are what allows me to see the truth.

The horses and I share a language that I am honored to touch. It words weaves it’s way into my very being; without them I would be lost.

They are my light guiding my way, my rest when I am low.  There are the ones whom I wish to return when this life has been completed. They are my friends, my hero’s, my body and my soul. The horses and I are one and the same I cannot distinguish where they end and I begin.

In them I see the deepest part of who I am and in them I have become who I am meant to be.  They have given me the gift of love and connection to my inner most self and have paved the way for me to find my grace.

With them the horses I am complete.”