Artful Curves

Just a picture from that wonderful warm time known as summer. . . .

Trust

I've finally taken the time to really look at my horse, just take in all her traits with as unbiased an eye as possible which is nearly impossible seeing as I am infatuated with her. Because of the cold, the wind chill she currently looks like a massive Shetland pony, or a very fuzzy shire.
This video is very grainy, and does not do justice to the sheer unharnessed power Twilight possesses but I wish to share it anyway.

I have grown used to seeing her with the extra thick layer of dark velvet over her body, the long trembling whiskers of her chin but there was a time several months ago (when I last posted) when her body was sleek, graceful, unearthly.  A slender almost fairy like face wild, untamed, and elegant.

But she does have her flaws when I admire her facing her directly I cannot help but notice that her front hooves are slightly pigeoned toed, turned in on each other. Her small sculpted head is slightly out of place on such a massive frame, but I can still find no horse to rival how beautiful she is to me.

  I am constantly told and accept the fact that she is. . .of a unique mind set. She can stress over a ride, reacting like a fire cracker on edge ready to bolt, to fly away.

  She is positive that when riding bare back she is obviously in charge and will set the pace (a fast bumpy trot) and the direction (her paddock) accordingly.

  She may have some odd quirks about her, but if anything they make me love her more, the crooked twist and surprises of her mind and taste.

  Twilight will try anything once. . .regardless of how I feel about what she chooses to taste; cinnamon bars, Hawaiian pizza, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, crackers of the wheat variety, a peach. . .She is a connoisseur, not restricted to the usual mundane meals of  her horse companions. Her pallet requires the occasional nibble of human delicacies.

   But this same horse enjoys the static crow of the radio, a facial massage, a conversation in which she is included.

  She has an intelligence that allows her to understand things I did not think possible, she knows what my car looks like, she enjoys the thrill of racing along beautiful trails, but most of all she has learned to trust me.

  How can I explain the concoction of sorrow, heart ache, and joy I felt when she was injured and the vet had to sedate her. How she did not run from me but instead thrust her solid head into my chest, and allowed my hands to wrap around her cheeks to support the heavy weight of her head. She trusted me to stay by her side the entire time, one eye always turned in my direction as the vet poked, prodded and disinfected her wounds.

 Years ago, the point of Twilight's story I am in currently this would of never happened, Twilight would have done anything to escape me and the vet, instead of settling down next to the equally crooked and unique human she has learned to trust.