This is something I have been pondering lately.
Owning horses consumes so much of our lives. Time, money, personal relationships, activities- all is centered around these creatures. These beautiful, exasperating, amazing, soul-satisfying, often heart -wrenching beings who have shared our lives throughout time.
Historically, they have been war horses; from Atilla the Hun to the chariots of Egypt, to Bucephalus (Alexander the Great) to Reckless they have been instrumental in the stories of the rise and fall of nations. They have been used as means of transportation longer than there have been trains, planes and automobiles. (I know, I'm preaching to the choir here) But in the greater scheme of things, when so many things have become passé why not the horse?
The only answer I can find is that they touch our soul. They were made for us by God, and that is enough for me. I'm sure that my husband /family think that I spend too much of my life centered around my passion for horses, as it affects them also. But when the time comes when I can no longer have horses, it won't change who I am and what I want to do. I will still be that person who will say, Oh look-horses! when I pass by a field with them. I want to be like my old mentor. Al Grandchamp who climbed aboard a nice mare at the age of 93 and spent 5 hours in the saddle assisting at a clinic put on by a man he mentored- my other mentor, Walt Vermedahl.