Relative Something

It is probably not obvious, without my explaining, how little I have had to do with horses over my lifetime. Granted, there were horses boarded in one of the barns on the farm where I first lived. It seems to me, such exposure early in life could just as easily have spawned a deep interest in horses. Instead, I felt no particular attraction.

In my lifetime since, I bet the number of interactions with horses could be counted on one hand. That is, until our visit last fall to Ian’s Forest Garden Estate in Portugal.

Still, even after two weeks last September discovering the wonder of horses, I sure never sensed how moved I would be to unexpectedly see a picture of the newest member of the herd. Sunday afternoon I saw the first picture that Ian posted of their new foal, Gretel. It was incredibly moving.

Just one still image, but speaking those thousands of words. I immediately –urgently, even– began hollering for Cyndie. Her response overshadowed mine, exponentially.

Something deep within me senses the powerfulness of horses now, and the incredible significance of such an event; something beyond my current level of understanding. I don’t think I need to fully understand. I just accept what I witness.

Congratulations, Ian, and welcome to the world, Gretel!