Riding looks as easy as sliding
a boot into a stirrup and throwing
a leg over the horse’s back. As
simple as kick ’em and they go.
The horse is a creature of habit
and tolerance. It’s ride enough.
But if the human rattle and bang
of expectation will go quiet, there
is a flash, in the space of time
between a foot letting loose of
the earth and a seat settling in the
saddle, joining spines with a horse.
In that vulnerable second, you
might glimpse an ageless intellect;
have an intuition that the inside of a
horse has a terrain of its own. Pause
there at the edge. Understand his
sovereignty. A horse is beyond our
control in this physical world but
there is a quiet place where entrance
is gained by invitation. No need to
call out, he knows you’re there. Clean
yourself up, tidy those emotions. When
you’re ready, he’ll bring you inside.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm