Magical Horses Healing Our Souls

 I have worked with horses all of my life. Not so much on a training basis but on a spiritual basis of connection. They always fascinated me as a child and as far back as I can remember I became so connected to them as early as three years old. I was mesmerized by them. I use to sneak out in the pastures and just "be" with them. I never really thought about this until most recently as to why they drew me into their world. What I have discovered is that they are such incredible beings. They have feelings just as we, but do not have the advantage as humans to be able to speak. However, I have learned to be able to read their eyes and their body movements. I now understand why as even a child I have been fascinated by their presence. It is their massive bodies but yet gentle souls that they have unless they have been abused. Horses respond adversely for just two reasons; fear and pain. They are prey animals and at the bottom of the food chain as they are vegetarians. It absolutely pains me so deep when I see these magical creatures that have been abused. I identified with these animals as a child and loved and felt cared for when they would carry me on their backs. I still feel this comfort to this day. The way they take care of me and protect me when we are riding on trails. Now not all horses are like this but if they are treated correctly they will do this.
  A story of how intuitive horses really are, is one of the days shortly after the passing of my son. My son Brad once told me a few months before he died that my big horse Buster did not like to have all of the lights out in the barn at night...His words, "Mom, Buster doesn't like being in the dark." I knew then that my son had the gift that I had of really reading animals. Unfortunately his mental illness took him from me a few weeks later. I then began to leave the tack room light on for Buster and noticed that he hadn't paced all night in the stall.
  Once when I was in the barn letting the horses out, I lead Buster to the back door to the wide open green pasture which all of the other horses and ponies would just fly out the door to get the first bite. Not Buster, as he walked out turned around to me and I was crying and feeling so sad that day and weary missing Brad, that when I stood next to his neck, Buster bent his neck around and squeezed me to his shoulder. He held me there for about thirty seconds while I sobbed inconsolably. After that moment I never looked at horses the same way. When I was sad Buster was sad and I could tell. He was quieter and moved slower as trying not to upset me even more.
  As I wrote this, I teared up thinking about that day and how I still miss my son so much at times. But, knowing that he is at peace and not being haunted by his illness brings me comfort.
  Fly with the angels Brad and ride some of those magical angelic horses that are there with you. Thank you for being my sun/son and giving me the gift of unconditional motherly love...Always in my heart until we meet again........Love Mom.