I wont pretend to know anything about horses. I barely do. I'm not a equestrian (though I wish I'd learnt to ride) nor a racing enthusiast. I'm merely an admirer of these magnificent creatures. They say "Horses are God's way of apologizing for men". Maybe that's it ;)
I can't quite put a finger on it. Anyone who knows me knows that I barely tolerate most animals. But when it comes to horses, I can't tell if its the grace, the power or its spirit that runs wild and free. Driving down the countryside of North Texas, you see these huge ranches with its exquisite homes paneled with end to end glass windows and and large red barns. Green pastures as far as the eye can see and in the middle of it, these thoroughbreds are either running or grazing or simply drinking from a waterhole. There is something soothing about that visual. Something that calms the soul.
The days when I feel dull and dreary, the days when I need to find a higher purpose, on occasion when life seems to pass me by, I take a drive valiantly chasing the winds within a 5-10 mph over the speed limit. Switching my eyes between the road ahead and the sprawling landscapes passing outside my window, I catch glimpses of the green farmlands like paint spilled over gray canvas. I see cattle herds , stables, wooden gazebos and water bodies. But nothing compares to the sight of a brown Mustang or a black Stallion galloping past the farm. Its legs sturdy and strong, its mane like the hair of a supermodel with a wind machine and its tail risen ever so slightly in vanity.
Its like seeing poetry in motion. I may have missed my calling. I don't know what it is but I can tell you horses were a big part of it. Pam Brown aptly sums up my thoughts - "A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence".
