There are no words to describe a bond between a rider and horse. It is almost as though we have forgotten how strange a concept it is that a huge, powerful, intelligent animal would allow a lesser being to sit upon it’s back, and with an unspoken trust encourage the teamwork and relationship it takes to progress with a silent connection and communication between equine and human. Not everyone can trust their life with a 1200 lb animal, but those who can are rewarded with a connection and gratitude like no other. 💜
Some say it’s the freedom.
Some say it’s the power.
Some say it’s the triumph, the glory.
I say, it’s the bond. The extraordinary relationship between horse, and rider.
A true friend to rely on.
Someone that sticks with us, through thick and thin.
Reunited with an inseparable connection , which cannot be defined.
It’s incredible how horses, feed off of the energy, we provide.
Two bodies dwelling, in one soul.
It takes everything.
Yet teaches valuable lessons.
It takes Courage.
It teaches us to love.
To be strong.
And fight back the pain
To treat challenges, as opportunities.
And that winning isn’t everything.
It teaches to believe in yourself.
Not only is it a sport, it’s a passion.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.