I was going to do a funny post and started looking for a picture I took a long time ago (never found it.) Instead I came across the photos of me riding Denali and it just made me sad that I might not be able to do that again. A friend offered me to come ride her horse, but it's just not the same. Sitting on Denali, it always felt right. I don't know how to explain it. I'm sure some day I'll hop back up on her back, she may be 30, but I hope to do it again.
I keep having this reoccurring dream of us being in a round pen and she keeps pointing at her with her head back while we work. I finally crawl up on the panel and she comes over to me, points again and I hop on. Somehow we end up in a field galloping. No saddle, no bridle, just the wind and the sun. It always makes me feel so happy and sitting on her back feels the way I remember it. Who knows, I might just be getting a glimpse of heaven. I'm fine with that.
So, since I own a pasture pet, I often window shop. I've in love with the Georgian Grand breed and just love this boy. Although if I'm looking for a horse I don't want a baby. I want an old, knows everything, been there, done that, bomb proof horse. After that, maybe I can graduate to a baby. I did it wrong the first time (don't regret it) but next time I'm doing it right.