On riding with horses
A morning with horses in Terrell, Texas fulfills the need I often have to feel the deeper parts of my soul. This sounds dramatic, but really I relish time spent leaving the city and breathing in warm country air. We spent this morning brushing, saddling, and riding a friend of a friend’s horses on her land. Charlie, Harry, and the tall full-breed I rode who had more “range” than any previously ridden horse in my life. Posting a trot took on a whole new meaning. I have a heartfelt of gratitude for spending a few mornings this summer out on the land with some of the most magical creatures.