Ahh, I love the south in America this time of year. For almost two months we’ve been in tshirts, flinging up the windows, listening to the birds return, and smelling the fresh air of the earth warming up, yawning wide and inviting new friends to come join the growing party. The wildflowers in Texas are stunning. All of the roads are covered with blankets of blue, pink, yellow and purple. It is always a simple way to get me to smile when I see them dancing in the wind.
Speaking of smiles I had reason for a big one that won’t quit yesterday. I started the day knowing it was Good Friday, and having the time alone with the Lord, with my bible on my lap and feeling the full weight of what Jesus did for us. There’s a deep grounding in meditating on the crucifixion of Christ. I experienced a renewal of love, gratitude, and devotion to Him. That’s the everlasting reason to smile, and it is always in me.
The other smile was a big event in my personal life. A new mare was delivered to the barn last night just for me. She arrived as the sun was lowering in the sky. I watched her unload from the trailer without a whinny, they guided her to her new stall, closed the door and she put her nose in the bucket, then dipped her head down to eat the hay. After I shook hands with the husband of her owner as he left, I went into her stall to say hello and introduce myself.
I whispered, “ you are here for us to become acquainted, I’m going to lease you with the option to buy you, but to me you aren’t property. You aren’t a commodity either. You could become a special member of my family. And you might really like how much capacity there is in my heart to love you. I don’t care if you ever win ribbons, though it is rumored you could and maybe we will, but that’s not why you are here. I hope we can make a good partnership, friendship, learning adventure, communicate well, and fly without wings, together.”
I put on the halter, clipped the lead rope under her chin, and lead her out into the light, offered her some tall grass to pull and munch. I touched her all over and began to memorize her. She’s four year old quarter horse, almost black with brown undertones, which makes her a bay horse. Her tail is black with brown, long and thick. Her mane is gorgeous, full and long, and caked with mud, but a bath will take care of that. She’s got a diamond of white on her forehead, and a whisper of white on her muzzle. There is something friendly, curious, and a little silly about her face. The consensus at the barn as we all welcomed her is that she’s really cute. I might even say there’s a turn up of the lips that looks like she smiles, and that alone could win me. I am always a happy person, always in a good mood, and I need my horse to be the same way.
She was curious with her new surroundings, but never spooked, or showed any signs of anxiety. And she gave me as many hugs as I hoped for by burying her head in my arms and letting me hold her there. I groomed her, rubbed her all over, picked up her feet, and lead her around the property. The hopes she gives me, and the possibilities we could share together have my heart soaring high.
She’s been out to pasture for a few months, and though she’s trained, she’s rusty. Andie is going to ride her this week to tune her up and let me know how she is to handle before I will get on her back and see how she goes. Today, I’m going to lather her up, comb out that long tail, and talk to her. Can’t imagine the smile she puts in my heart.
Craig’s smile, well, it was slow in coming, but he trusts me in this whole horse adventure, and it makes him happy to see the way she makes me feel. Her name is Lady Gwin. “Gwinny”.