It takes a certain attitude to hang out with horses.
I think this must be why Carolyn Resnick recommends that you take a book with you when you are ‘sharing territory’ as she terms it. We humans (well this particular one anyway) have such direct-line, focused thinking patterns. I find that even if I mean to chill out up there with the ponies, my mind is hoping for some kind of meaningful encounter.
Well, for some reason this evening I went out into the setting sun with a relaxed mind, a mind the equivalent of Sally Swift’s soft eyes, not focused. I did not care if either Ben or Rosie came near me or stayed away. I loved this evening, the evening light slanting through the trees, the relaxed warmth, the sound of ponies munching grass at the side of the track. I sat on a rock. Ben made his way towards me, found a tasty patch, grazed around it, found a tree bough to position himself against for a scratch, a tree trunk for a serious back scratch, some more grass and together I felt we were genuinely sharing territory, my mind as relaxed and present and casual as his.
When I got up to move away, Ben followed. I moved slowly, dreamily, stopping now and again. Ben was at my shoulder, his breath warm in my ear, matching my mood, my pace and my halts. I heard shorter, lighter strides behind. Rosie following, part of our herd of three this evening.