The Art of Natural Dressage

When you feel like falling down..
There always is a beatiful horse-eye that makes you feel safe again.



I dit an edit to two sentences, because I was afraid of posting this on the web. Its a dutch written poem.

In english it sais;

Oh yes! What can be more healing ,than gazing into a soul who knows no evil

Wow that reminds me of the dark times in my life when all that kept me going was my horse. I have a tear in my eyes to think about it now.

Beautiful!!!

thank you for posting it...

This is so true... Your poem just gorgeous...
I really recognize myself in it. Thank you so much...

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I wish I knew your world

This is a reality poem to me:
I am still recovering from a very serious burnout-depression-fibromyalgie and this last winter almost literally killed me.

The only reason I kept on living was for my horses.
I knew my husby could take care of himself (even though he did not agree with me) and of the other animals, but he is not a horseman.
Since they have been my choice of being a herd together, I had to continue living for them.
It was very hard, but thanks to my dear horses, I made it.

so you understand if I am just a little quiet now...

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