I walked into an equestrian center the other night and immediately fell in love all over again. The stables. The riding outfits. The smell of horse, leather, and hay. I breathed in that scent. Aaahhhh… Scents are one of the most powerful emotional aphrodisiacs. They link us to feelings that have no words. They link us to images. They link us to time and place.
It’s been many years since I rode. Many years since I mucked out a stall, tossed
hay, and filled water buckets. I use to
ride in England. Tall, muscular horses
that absolutely thrilled and amazed me. I
was never a good rider. But I had no
such lofty goals of being a jumper or cross country champion. I simply wanted to experience the Horse. To touch the soul of a being that was so much
grander – so much more graceful than I. Horses. Magnificent!
Memories washed over me the instant I walked into that
arena – that smell of horse – and I watched the show with both great love and
great longing. There is refined aesthetic
beauty in the limbs of a horse. As I lean
against the railing, transfixed by the spectacle, I suddenly have a vision – with
every Sun flare, that fiery energy is reborn here on Earth, as a newborn foal. They are pure fire and spirit.
