His name is Spirit. He is the Grandfather horse of my herd, 25 years old. Free? I think in some ways we are all about as free as we want to be. He has always been that for me: Free by choice and attached the same way.
I don’t post full body shots of Spirit anymore. His back has a deep sway, his legs are bowed, and his hip bones are no longer hidden in muscle. His body no longer reflects his heart, but his eye is still free.
Anna, Infinity Farm.
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. My photos are taken with my phone. No psych, definitely not high tech.
“His back has a deep sway, his legs are bowed, and his hip bones are no longer hidden in muscle. His body no longer reflects his heart, but his eye is still free.”
Yup, I know how he feels! 😉 He’s still beautiful and wise.
I am an old gray mare myself.
A moving post. Spirit is a beautiful creature and a touching story to tell. ” His body no longer reflects his heart, but his eye is still free.”
Thanks, Island Traveler.
I hate to admit this, but seeing a once-beautiful creature (even a human!) bow to age always taps a deep well of emotions. My gorgeous old Aly looks wretched after a hot, airless summer, though his eye is still bright, like your lovely Spirit’s, and I’m sure I can put condition back on him as the weather cools, but every time his health falters it’s such a worry and a wrench.
It is definitely a day to day process with these oldsters… nutritionally and emotionally. Good luck to you and Aly this winter.
I always see him as beautiful!
Beautiful …!
Thank you, but I can take no credit. This horse is a gift.