Thank you for giving me wings to fly...

Thank you for giving me wings to fly…

To my horse,

Thank you…for stepping up into that stuffy box on wheels just because I asked you to, not knowing where we were going or what we would be doing when we got there, let alone how long the journey would take. Thank you for slowly backing yourself out of the dark enclosed box when we arrived, not knowing what was behind you, and continuing to step backwards as you felt around behind for your footing which at some point had all but disappeared. Thank you, for standing at the side of that big box on wheels, tethered by a rope, and happily munching your hay while the world buzzed all around you…horses, people, and dogs passing by in a nonstop cyclone of energy. Thank you for not breaking that rope and high tailing it away when another equine competitor, loose from his, grazed your rear end as he ran speeding by.

Thank you…for stepping into a strange arena, filled with colors and patterns you’ve never seen before, and not asking me why. Thank you for sailing over those jumps, bright and shiny in the hot afternoon sun, without questioning whether they would come to life and attack you, or simply fall down and frighten you. Thank you for kicking it up a notch when we hit the jump-off round, without knowing what it was that we were running from. Thank you for getting us out of that tight spot when I lost my nerve and buried you to the fence. You could have stopped and I would not have blamed you. But instead, you awkwardly scrambled your way out of the mess I had made for us.

Thank you for being my therapy, my paradise.

Thank you for being my therapy, my paradise.

Thank you for standing quietly while being sprayed by a long, scary green snake and not worrying that it might bite you…even though it probably felt like it did, when the freezing cold water it spewed reached your face.

Thank you for being my rock when the scores did not come up the way I had hoped. It didn’t change the way you felt or the look of peaceful bliss on your face as you napped beside the box, your white hoof turned under, resting on your hip.

And thank you for walking right back onto that box on wheels at the end of a long, hard day. Thank you…for trusting me and knowing I will never put you in harm’s way.