Whenever I visit home, even if I don’t have a lot of time to ride, I have to at least climb on top my beautiful, Arabian, bay and feel his calming breath beneath my bones. There is something about it I cannot explain. No words are needed, just the simplicity of placing a rope around his strong neck, leading him from the pasture, and asking that he stand still and allow me on his back. By instinct he should consider me a predator. It is not normal for a horse to let another creature be where he is most vulnerable. But there is trust between us.
No words. Just simple communication through action, thought and emotion – and I am safe with my beautiful bay.
From up here I’ve got the best seat in the house.