Some days are weighted with all of the trying to figure it out. Bricks from belly to brain, heavy. All day long, I strive. And as night falls, there are no answers; still, only questions. I find myself wandering; and then, of course, with the herd. In the darkness, I can scarcely make out the white blazes on foreheads and feet. They’re curious what brings me out so late.
After accosting my pockets and finding no treats, they begin to move away, back to their dinner.
Except one.
I sit on the red gate and she follows me, standing as close as she can manage without stepping on my feet with her dinner plate hooves. She noses in my belly, looks at me as if to say, “Why bricks?” Then she breathes her hot breath into my chest. I lay my hands on her as if I’m a healer, but the healing is flowing into me. She leans closer – one eye gently focused on my face, waiting.
The others continue their dinner, but she shows no sign of impatience or moving away. She is still, solid, foundational. I tell her that she’s a good ol’ girl, and her ear flicks back at the sound of my voice. She gently exhales and sighs.
She will not move away until I’m ready. So we stay, for eternity.
Finally, the bricks start softening and so she swings around, her muscular rear now in my face. I giggle, knowing that she wants her favorite thing: a butt scratch.
She gets a vigorous tail massage, that good ol’ girl.
I glance up at the house, glowing with light and those I love, and open the gate and begin to walk towards it. I look back again and again. There, under a tiny sliver of moonlight, is her white face, watching and waiting for me to disappear, standing vigil until I find my way home.
Not sure why this one hit so hard just now. Maybe it’s the reference to the bricks that I’ve also felt in the depths of my tummy lately. Maybe it’s the portait you paint of a patient horse loving the bricks away by moonlight. But this piece is one of my favorites Deb, because it touched the ‘feeling’ side of me, as evident by the tear I just wiped away from my left eye. Thanks for sharing it.
Awww, now you made ME cry! I was afraid non-horse people wouldn’t get it – so glad my message came through. Love ya!
Horses seem to be like parables. Not everyone will understand them, will “get it”, will allow their unfathomable wisdom and depth to penetrate their souls. But for those who do lie a deep well of healing for body, mind, and spirit. But you have to wait, to look, to seek and learn, to receive the gift…
You my darling received this gift, this time from Mega, next time from Compass, or from Bella… I, receive mine from – you….