Farm Girl’s Safe Place


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.




About Makie ↞ Maker of Indie/Folk Music & Art. Lover of horses, farm & natural living. Earth child here @NativeGypsies. Living the SoCal Beach-Life & Midwest Farm-Life. ↠ Meet MakieStories by Makie

One comment

  1. Shelly, the Prairie Chick
    February 18, 2015 at 2:28 am

    Hey Farm Girl, love this post and love the picture of you and Valero. There is something magical about sitting on a horse and especially one that you have a bond with. You are so lucky. Thanks for the beautiful post!

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