Today I thought I’d do something a little different. Today I want to introduce you to the light of my life. This is Skye. I’m missing her terribly and during a wonderful dinner with a dear friend earlier in the week, we talked at length about our love of horses.
I have been a horsey girl since birth. Everyone is baffled as to where it came from because no one, and I mean absolutely no one in my family has the same burn for horses as I do. That yearning to be around them all the time, of really knowing them. Kindred spirits. As a child, I was lucky that my parents could afford to take me to riding lessons, and as such, I’ve been riding horses since I was four years old. But I never had my own until Skye.
I was 20. She wasn’t even a year old and I knew instantly that she was part of my soul. We’ve been together for nearly 10 years now. Horses age differently to humans, and for a long time, I’ve been the older, more mature one. Mum. Skye will be 11 this year, which puts her at around 38. Our relationship has bent and swayed across the years as we both navigate growing up, the balance has shifted often between us, as it does with all partnerships. But now we’re moving into a different phase. She’s the older, wiser one, and it’s time for me to sit back and listen.
Horses are pure magic. Their capacity for love and softness and most importantly forgiveness is something that we can all learn from. Horses just know. I have spent many evenings in Skye’s stable crying about things that have upset me. I can’t cry in front of other people, but I can cry in front of her. And she holds me. She holds me in silence and love. We don’t have to be touching, and very often we aren’t. Just her presence beside me is enough.
I tell her everything. I talk to her about my day, about problems I’m having. I tell her how much I love her and I tell her about all the exciting things we’re going to do together. I told her we were moving and what was going to happen. That she would be going down before me and that I wouldn’t be able to see her every day for a little while. But I’d always be there, and it wouldn’t be long before I’d be a short walk away. “If you call for me, I’ll be able to hear you”, I told her.
During that dinner with a friend, we talked about the spiritual power of horses. Of what they know, and what they share with us if we’re willing to listen. Of how they heal. I truly believe Skye and I have been together in another life. Perhaps as horse and rider, or perhaps in some other way.
I’ve been thinking of her a lot this week, and she’s come to me during my morning meditations several times. Most recently she became Pegasus and we flew together. I was overcome with emotion and love for her and for the bond we share. Our sacred bond. I cried during that meditation. Just a little, enough to feel a small release and I knew that she was with me.
I’m excited to see her this weekend, but I can’t wait for the day we move and I can see her every day again. Every day is a day closer but I know that we would wait to the ends of the Earth for each other.
Currently…
Reading
I managed to make some decent headway with The Priory of the Orange Tree. It’s SO good.
Watching
I’ve recently started watching Virgin River on Netflix. I’m trying to find nice, wholesome series to get into rather than all the serial killer documentaries they keep recommending to me…
Listening to
Again, not very much but Tom and I are travelling down to help out at the house and that only means one thing…. Our wonderfully eclectic Road Trip playlist!
Loving
Going to London and seeing all my colleagues in person. Going out for breakfast. Dinner with friends. New opportunities. Tom driving me around… in my car. This wild weather.
Ah this made me happy! I've been a horse girl all my life too!