I have horses in my soul.
It might sound like one of those cheesyass things that doesn’t really mean anything but, it doesn’t make it any less true.
I used to own a horse.
A beautiful bay mare quarter horse for those of you playing along at home.
I got her when I was a child and stopped being interested in her as a teen. But she is still part of my dreams.
When I was a teenager I used to dream every night that I was flying.
They were wonderful, amazing, and fantastic dreams. The kind I would hate to wake up from.
And here’s the thing.
I am a scaredy person. I won’t make the leap unless I know for certain that I will be safe.
Even things that won’t really hurt me will be avoided because I am cautious.
Safe and cautious.
But then I get on a horse.
And I am still not the first one to go tearing across a field at break neck speeds every time.
But I will do it sometimes.
And when my soul and that soul match in the excitement of the moment: The sound of the ground being pounded below you, the feel of the muscles against your leg, the wind that pushes your hair back as you race.
It’s the closest I will ever come to the dream.
And even though I have not been on a horse in several years, I still look at every open field with the potential of that moment.
That moment when I forget to be safe, and just enjoy the ride.
So I hope you have a “horse” of your own. A thing that in your life brings you the feeling that you are the most you can be, at least for a moment in time.
And I hope you feel it often…