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July 2007 • VOLUME 23 • © HORSES For LIFE™ Magazine
On Horses and Healing
by Dr Margaretha de Klerk Once upon a time, in a country far, far away, a small, silver, moonshine stallion left the only home he had ever known. He travelled for five long, dusty days to a country far, far to the north. He knew he had to go, he knew that he was needed, but he was already fourteen years old and the journey was very slow and very tiring indeed. When he finally arrived, he could not find the person he had come to see. There were many other horses; stallions, mares and foals, all pitch-black, magnificent and enormous. He felt slightly unwanted. He looked around, a little bit lost. He had to swallow a few times and blink his tears away. He was offered the freedom of a large, lush paddock. He was offered water and grain, but he was neither hungry nor thirsty. He longed to be united with the person he had come all this way to help and heal. She only arrived much later on that fragrant summer evening, quietly and inconspicuously. The stallion immediately recognised her, his heart leapt in his powerful chest. He had only met her once before, but he instantly knew that she was the one. She approached very cautiously He held his breath, then blew through his nose. She froze in her tracks. He tried to relax, stopped swishing his tail, willing her to come closer. After a while, she timidly opened and closed the gate behind her. She never took her eyes off him. She took a deep breath and walked towards him slowly, measuring each step. Initially, he stood as still as a statue, but eventually his emotions overcame him. In two powerful bounds he was right in front of her, tossing his beautiful steel grey mane. He thought again of the first time he had seen her, in the land of his birth, far to the south.
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