Weekend before last was homecoming weekend in our town. In freezing, snowy weather, the university held its game, and the high schools did the same. That Friday I had a homecoming of my own -- with my horse. Sometimes the day job, writing and running a stable get in the way of what started this whole thing: the horses, mine specifically.
He was a little puzzled at first, but here’s the great thing about horses, they forgive you whenever, unconditionally. All you have to do is ask. OK, not ALL horses are this way, but the good ones are. We hit the river trail for a short, two-mile ride, mostly walking, trotting, and watching geese glide, fish jump, and dogs walking their people.
For mental health, there is nothing like the feel of a warm horse under you and the sound of a running river. Horses are health providers. Witness all the hippo-therapy programs out there. And to think, “All I pay my psychiatrist is the cost of feed and hay, and he'll listen to me all day. (-- Unknown)”
He was a little puzzled at first, but here’s the great thing about horses, they forgive you whenever, unconditionally. All you have to do is ask. OK, not ALL horses are this way, but the good ones are. We hit the river trail for a short, two-mile ride, mostly walking, trotting, and watching geese glide, fish jump, and dogs walking their people.
For mental health, there is nothing like the feel of a warm horse under you and the sound of a running river. Horses are health providers. Witness all the hippo-therapy programs out there. And to think, “All I pay my psychiatrist is the cost of feed and hay, and he'll listen to me all day. (-- Unknown)”
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