I haven't been around horses much in my life. And, to be honest, I've always been a little scared of those creatures, even as I found them to be beautiful enough to melt my heart. I remember my brother's friend when I was a kid. He had a scar on his back, and the story was that it was the result of a sneaky horse taking a chomp. That provided a good reason to be afraid. Other reasons include, but are not limited to, the fact that horses are massive, they can get spooked, and they have really hard hooves.
I rest my case.
So, when Mary left us to go check on the plumber working inside only moments after Clyde and I were introduced, I was feeling a little uncomfortable - I know that one unexpected move by Clyde and I would have jumped the 8-foot fence surrounding us without even knowing how - but I was also drawn into the beauty of Clyde's eyes and the warmth of his sun-kissed shoulders. Clyde allowed me to explore his neck and shoulder muscles and to also soak up some of the extra solar heat he had absorbed.
After Mary came back out, I learned about putting on a halter. Then she taught me about using my energy to move a horse. Oh my God! Is this some kind of secret that I have been missing out on all my life? Mary and Clyde danced like lovers. And then I gave it a try. Clyde and I were more like two good-intentioned beginners. But dance did happen. It is friggin' magic!
By the end of our time together, Clyde and I were playing kissie face and I wanted to bring him home with me. This mirror that Mary was talking about... Love was being reflected all over the place.
I can hardly wait to go back for more of that!
Me and a different horse. He was a stranger I met outside of Glacier National Park.
(I guess I'm a horse flirt.)