I always feel like everything is right with the world when I’m with a horse. Whether it is grooming, feeding, walking in their pasture with them, or riding. I’m at peace. Nothing can touch me in my horse space.

There really is a sacredness in horses for me. It’s like God made horses just for me. It is the greatest blessing to look out my window every morning and see my horses. Sometimes I wander out into the midst of the horse pasture with my writer’s notebook, sit in the grasses and write.

Eventually, the horses graze themselves over and continue to munch around me as I write.

Doc always nuzzles my head. If I stay long enough, they move on and if I get up to walk a while, they follow me until they find another good spot to graze. The spirit of God is there and I find it easy to capture that in my heart and soul when I’m out ‘horsing’ around. I can hardly wait to bring our ponies home from their summer mountain jobs.