We felt them close
before we had skin;
from an infinite prairie
the vibration began.
A slow rolling nickerrumbled, more felt
than heard. Horses
called to us, before
we were born, so we
would remember theirwarm breath when we
first saw fairy-tale images
in children’s books. We
were theirs long before
we called them our own.
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Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)
Beautiful and true. Not a choice, an inner yearning.
yes!
Sometimes non-horse parents think their children must be changelings… Thanks, Maureen.
My parents didn’t know where I got it, but I want to know how you deal with it when you see this “sickness” in a little girl.
Yesterday I tried to deter them: http://horsecrazyamerican.blogspot.de/2017/03/fun-and-fans-and-oops-at-talsperre.html
I bring ’em on in… of course!
It was more than “changelings”. They (my parents) did not know that word. I was “crazy”, “not normal”, “possessed”, I “loved the horses more” than them. From birth or, before birth, the knowing, the kinship, the imprint, the calling, was embedded in my soul, my spirit, my consciousness. It has a purpose, Anna. We are not just “horse lovers”, we are truly “advocates”, as you like to say. We are their voice in a world where they are so often misunderstood. We watch, we listen with our hearts. We stand ready to defend, explain, fight, provide, wherever and whenever we can. We are often in the background doing or saying the one little or big thing that will elevate them in the minds of those who are unaware or often overlook their subtleties. That is our purpose, it is my purpose. It is why they were embedded and I was imprinted with them, always them.
Dang, you got me Jennifer. This comment blows my mind… It isn’t what I was thinking, but kinda hits me right … well, you know where. Thanks.
So beautiful and so true! Binds all true horsemen together.
Yes, it’s what’s underneath the tack… thanks, Avery.
To liberation
Sent from my iPhone
Yay.
This is such a beautiful poem. And that word “infinity” again … thank you Anna.
It is a great word… (Thanks, Julie.)
I’m not searching for the deeper meaning today, I’m just loving that little foal pictured. Foals (like babies) always make me want another one, but (just like babies) Mr Shoes stops me. 😉
I have an antidote… work with unwanted, neglected, and abused horses… it changed how I see babies. Instead this is a memory of a long ago spring…one very special to me.
Lovely 🙂 And adorable foal!
It’s a very old photo…She is the gray in the last blog. Thank you.
So cute!!
Thanks!