True Beauty

"Horses lend us the wings we lack."

Shining in the late afternoon sun and soft clop of hooves falls over the gravel. Then in the ring they make a softer sound and the dirt is heard flying as we go faster. A slight movement on my part and suddenly we are flying down the edge of the ring in an extended canter.

I feel the power between my fingers and let it run between them as we keep going. Upon reaching the corner though I give a slight squeeze and with in a second I am holding the power in my hands. Ready to do with it what I like. I take even more power and suddenly we are back in a collected trot. I can feel Lolli's head at the end of the reins, yet it is light and I am not holding it there. It is there of its own accord.

I glance down at our shadow. A perfect silhouette is outlined in the sand of the ring. Horse and rider move forward together. I smile. We reach the end of the ring and turn. Once again with a slight movement of my body and suddenly we are taking off in and extended trot. The power beneath me is amazing and yet I know there is more. I know this because I can feel it between my hands. I can't help but smile even more. The joy, the wonder of these amazing creatures.

Most people would say you have to see beauty, yet in these moments I feel it and am able to hold it between my hands.