Sometimes, working with horses can feel like an endless “discussion,” the kind in which you try to explain to them why your ideas are best and your company the sweetest.
But however persuasively you argue, in your darkest moments you find yourself secretly questioning why any grass-eating, energy-conserving herd animal in his right mind would consider your requests more worthwhile than grazing in the pasture with his buddies.
Then, maybe just when you’re at your least persuasive, they surprise you.
I’ve received many such surprises—some might call them graces—over the years. Some of the best and most lifeshaping of these came from my late Quarter Horse mare Ginger.
