It was pitch black when when myself, a fellow intern, and the horse hand Mike climbed over the fence leading down to the gate by which we would let the horses out for the evening. Off towards the barn these great black shapes loomed back and forth, snorting with discomfort at the presence of strangers. We swung the gate wide open, and Mike sauntered in to urge the horses towards the pasture.
Meanwhile, my fellow intern, Corrine, and I waited anxiously by the gate. Thoughts of our possible imminent danger flashed through my mind. Slowly a steady rumble moved toward us. Suddenly we were face to face with a herd of horses galloping past us into the dark of the night. That moment was so powerful to experience, a taste of the wildness, and might of God.
The next day I got to chase that same herd of horses on an ATV and coral them back into their pen, and then we went on a trail ride the day after. It's been suh-weet with the horses, basically everything I've ever dreamed of.
No comments:
Post a Comment