The Passage of a Living Art

When one has had the blessing of learning from a truly gifted and/or difficult horse, the blessing cannot even begin to be described in words. The work of art that you create between the two of you is so unique, so uplifting, so life fulfilling, that it fills your soul and your heart. No wonder there are those who envisioned a Pegasus. A winged beast, a winged horse, because when your soul is first introduced to that magical moment you do feel like you are flying on the back of the horse, you truly understand the message, the concept of a Pegasus. Because you have flown, truly flown as your horse takes you places that creates an understanding of life that reaches far beyond the two of you.

It has taken years, years of becoming wiser, for the horse to become physically stronger, for communication to expand to mere flickers of thoughts instantly translated, for both of you to explore movements that no one even begins to think about, let alone teach today.

Everything about who and what you are as a horseman is defined in the muscles of loins, in the passage of hooves of this one special horse. Everything about what you know sits there in front of you in gleaming coppery coats and flickering ear tips. And then the sublime art, the passion, the wings of all of who and what you are, is gone.

There are no words to describe the emptiness inside