Today I honour the memory of my beautiful horse, Bear, who succumbed to torsion colic November 21, 2017. He was 16 years old.
Bear changed my life in many profound ways and was the perfect mirror to my heart. We shared almost 12 years of growth and adventure, so his sudden departure was a life quake that altered my emotional landscape.
I celebrate his influence on my life by doing my best to live the lessons he taught ~ to be in the moment; to let go and let be, and that candy canes at Christmas are a good thing.
And so, I am reminded that in the day-to-day commotion of life it is important to live, to love, to learn and to laugh with those nearest and dearest to us. Life is too short for anything else.
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Every day ~ unless I’m ill, away or the roads are ice covered ~ you’ll find me at the barn spending time with my horse, Bear. Two to three hours every day. Usually my lunch “hour.”
I’m in the habit of writing in the early morning and late afternoon. My horse habit nicely sandwiches these creative hours and gives my mind, body and spirit a change of pace.
Bear time is a great opportunity to peel myself away from technology and get in rhythm with nature.
It’s a good habit.
Sheltered within the stable of the daily horse habit are many sub-habits:
- I’m in the habit of grooming Bear to forge our bond and ensure he’s in ship shape shape.
- I’m in the habit of giving him a nice face rub before putting his bridle on.
- I’m in the habit of bringing a few lumps of sugar with me into the arena so I can reward him when he’s a good boy (I never have enough lumps 😉 )
- I’m in the habit of filling his blue bucket with carrots (which satisfies his carrot habit).
- I’m in the habit of cleaning my tack and sweeping up after myself.
- I’m in the habit of picking out Bear’s stall when I see it needs it
- I’m in the habit of giving Bear a light lavender aromatherapy facial massage before leaving the barn, so he’ll feel calm, relaxed and happy while I’m gone. (At least, that’s the intent. He loves the attention.)
I have been dogged by the horse habit for most of my life. There’s no way around it. I have tried to quit. Yes, I have. However, it’s no use. The horse habit is now as much a part of my life as the air I breathe.
Still, look in those eyes … how can I resist?
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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013
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