Sunday, March 8, 2009


Long before we ever fall for men we fall in love with horses. In the greatest fantasy of my childhood and adult life I am flying through an endlessly open field on horseback, alone. We pound the ground until we have lapped gravity and lift out of our bodies, my spiritual arms open wide, his thoughts swirling all around, and soar with, then as, the wind.

1 comment:

Maria said...

Oh wow! Big sigh, pause while I pull my heart back into my chest, I was flying with you there. Love the picture of the shoulder muscle's, aren't they gorgeous creatures and love the way you capture them in photos.
(I was just contemplating why we love horse so much just yesterday, I could never have written it so soulfully)
Horses are such spiritual beings