"Jody curried and brushed until a pile of dead hair layed in the stall, and until the pony's coat had taken on a deep shine. Each time he finished he thought it might've been done better"
Those two sentences reminded me exactly of when I was brushing Rubicon, I couldn't stop brushing! I kept on brushing, and brushing until there was a pile of dust and dead hair on the ground, but yet I was still brushing. Finally Jennifer threw a HUGE western saddle in my arms, and it almost weighed me to the ground!
I don't think I have ever connected to a horse like this before. My grandma has two horses and I have gone horse back riding a few times, but never have I connected or communicated like this to a horse before. I lead the horses and I felt Rubicon taking big breaths looking at the veins popping out of Rubicon's muscular legs. For crying out loud, I scooped poop for 45 min!
When I was brushing Rubicon I looked into his dark black eyes and noticed a small dark blueberry colored fleck in his eye. This reminded me of when Jody came down for breakfast one day, he grabbed three eggs and noticed a small fleck of blood on one of his eggs and he carefully scraped it off.
Logan, I just saw Jennifer and told her to read your post. She'll be so excited to read it. When I read it I think of how caring for something (a person, a plant, an animal, even a place I suppose) brings you closer to it/him/her. There's an intimacy that comes from caring for something (brushing and cleaning poop and cleaning hooves in your case) that invites intimacy. Thanks for this post. Carolyn
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