This was a week of sharp-edged experiences. The world lost a great horse this week, a mare in our extended family. Toushay was from an era of excellence and integrity: she was athletic, smart, funny, and any human’s total equal. She was not my mare, she only marginally belonged to her owner, but knowing her made me better.
I also spent a day in court this week testifying about a restraining order. Sometimes we call humans by the name of an animal in an effort to insult them- (He is a pig!). In my mind that usually insults the animal more. So, in full rage, I will call this lower life form a MAN- a man who was legally exonerated. (This is where you remind me that life isn’t fair.)
Some days I truly struggle with my species. Some days it seems what defines the best ideals of being human(e) are on the decline. It can feel like defying gravity to keep to a chosen path. I would so prefer a world where we would strive to be more dog/horse-like.
In this week of loss and longing, I notice I breathe more consciously and spend extra time in the barn. What the court system has to shovel is worse than what I muck there. I will need no metal detector to protect me and horse hair stuck to my chapsticked-lips isn’t all THAT uncomfortable.
I am preparing for two horse shows this weekend. Some folks think horse shows are crazy-making places, but that is relative- especially after a visit with our legal system. I am looking forward to a more humane weekend, and the chance to rebuild some faith in my own species (as reflected to me by their canine or equine partners ).
A horse gallops with his lungs,
Perseveres with his heart,
And wins with his character.
(Photo: Howdy and Tomboy: loyal, hard working, and no criminal records.)