I don’t know if I have brushed more horses in my barn or in my dreams. I can spend hours just grooming a horse. I think by now I can draw them with my eyes closed just pretending that I am running my hands over their magnificent bodies. Every inch of their bodies memorized in the palms of my hands has forever captured their beauty and by now it has been blueprinted permanently into my imagination.
When my son was training horses with me, I actually spent more time being the groom. I would get up before the sun, of course make a cup of welcoming, aromatic, stimulating coffee, fill a thermos and head to the barn. I would feed and then bring the first horse from their stall and start getting them ready.
I loved this part. I had made a leather pouch with about 20 slots to hold all of my most favorite grooming brushes and tools. Since, I also had a tack store, I had quite the collection of brushes.
I would put the trainee in the cross ties, and start with a bug hug and a few nice, gentle strokes down the horse nose and face.
I just had to say hello.
I would grab one of my favorite stiffer body brushes, and start by the poll and start working my way down the neck always following the lay of the land. I have kind of a system of my own. I would make a quick stroke with the brush in my right hand and and follow with the same path with my bare left hand. My hands would qietly cross at the bottom of the stroke as the bristle of the brush would send the caught hair and dirt dancing to the beams of the morning sunlight.
I have done it that way since I can remember. Not only to I enjoy using my bare hand to stroke the horse’s entire body, but it has serves another purpose as well. I can feel down to the horse skin across that way. I can feel any lumps, bruises, bits or a cut that perhaps my eyes might have missed and would go unnoticed by brushing alone.
Down the neck, across the width of their chests to where the hairs change direction in the center and than changing to a softer bush, I would head down the front legs.
Next to the withers, across the back and down and around the girth area, paying particular attention to the area where the cinch goes is perfectly clean. Back up to the top of the hips, around the hind quarters, down the hind leg brushing my way on both sides.
Always taking notice to what my bare hand would feel. I was looking for the horse to be uncomfortable in any certain spots or finding out why he might not be enjoying his morning grooming. Just kind of quietly asking him in anything was wrong.
Once, to the bottom of the leg, I would pull a hoof pick out of my back pocket and make sure they were clean, conditioned and ready to go.
By habit, I always saved the best for last. Using my softest brush, I would start between the eyes, and make my way up and around by the ears. down the ever so strong cheek bones, and with the softest bushes I could muster, I went every so slowly down and around the muzzle.
I love to see how the ends of the hair start to glisten, after a good brushing. The oils from their coats start to emerge and change with every stroke of the brush, like the creating your own painting on a living canvass.
I love it when the finale moments how a horse will melt in my hands. How they every so slightly lean into the brush and let you know how good it feels to them. How much they enjoy the time that I have just spent with them. It has created the passions of my life that have forged a life long passion in my heart.
Total trust, venerability. and unconditional love shared and captured in a single moment of time.
But lately, I have been asking myself why do I not allow myself to become that close, that intimate, that loving with all those around me. Not the bushing part, but taking the time, paying that much attention, finding out their needs, or their pain to allow them to melt in unconditional love, unconditional love from me.
I fear that it is a lack of trust. How ofter does a horse get abused, hurt, injured and still come back to our arms with so much unconditional love that it melts our hearts like nothing else in our lives ever have before? The answer is Countless, they are endless with forgiveness.
They just allow themselves to be loved and in allowing that love in, they bring it back ten fold. No questions asked. They seem to know what is more in our hearts than we do.
I often tell my heart that is just fine, that I will be safe, and my world will be OK, if I open up my heart and offer unconditional love to everyone within my path. But it seems as soon as my mouth opens, it expresses something else never mention not allowing my heart to fully open.
The ego is a funny thing. We think that we run our lives, that we have the ultimate word, but the reality is, that if we are not forgiving enough not only to ourselves but to others, then it is our past hurts, bruises, cuts and scrapes that run our lives.
We remember more of the moments of pain than the gratitude of all the blessing that came in between. It is hurtful remarks from strangers we remember more than all the love from those that are close.
I told my son a thousand times how handsome he was when he was growing up, but he never believed it until a stranger told him. On the other hand, I have been told a million times how smart I am, how creative I am, but I still have a hard time keeping it close and living in the truth of that one reality.
Why is it we beleive more from others than we know what is in our own heart and soul. No one knows me, better than me. We were made to love and be loved, both ourselves and others. That is life. Short and sweet, the rest is just the carrots for dessert.
The one thing that humans want more than anything else is love and acceptance and yet it is the last thing we seem to give of ourselves, me included.
If I were truly livin’ for the whinny, then for today, I need to open my heart and let out every thing that time and I have allowed to be locked inside.
I need to melt in my own arms of unconditional love.
If I can do that just for today, then tomorrow I can gather more strength to try again. By learning this lesson from the horses around me, I can learn to be more of what I know is in my heart is true. Just to love with all that I am, just to love all the whinny’s in my life, just like the horses around me.
I have a question for you. Have you let the reins on your heart all the way out and let all of the love inside loose? Do you ride with a loose rein on your heart, or are you holding them so tight you find no release to your own spirit?
How do you saddle-up your own heart? Do you saddle-up so tight that you ache for release? Do the scars run so deep, the pain and suffering so bad, that you can not let them go?
Then remember this: Only the truest and deepest loves come from the most undigested parts of mankind for they have always brought out the greatest gifts and treasures from within once they are released.
Ready to change your life and “Live “ the Whinny!
Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.
Let it all go and just be the WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!
Let the reins on your heart loose until there is nothing else left to hold on to and start having the ride of you life, the one you dream about every minute.
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