Her years on flat open prairie, the hard-scrap jumble of danger and chance left only the essentials: ancestral wisdom and longear sensibility and eyes that watch with great vigilance from deep under her brow. She keeps an entrancing distance. Magnetic in her independence. A woman. The caretaker on a small farm with a strong back for throwing hay, filling troughs, mucking and repairing. Bringing a warm alfalfa mush to her stall but not willing to make it a bribe. Neither of us mere beasts of burden, we have each been both predator and prey. We know the value of self-reliance. The earth’s sustenance has always been our natural due. She acquiesces no allegiance, acknowledges no dependence on me. She can make the choice to come closer, without debt, and the mid-day sun will warm our bones, a blessing on the wind-tossed prairie we share. Now guarded equals.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro