In The Blood

by Grace
(North)

I remember my first memories of brillant horses galloping across fields of snow and ice, beasts of power and grace. Nothing can captures our hearts as much as something that embodies freedom. The virtue we all long for. My memories may have been deceiving but my mind was caught up with the pictures from books and fanciful models I held so dear.
With each birthday candle, a child who had only glanced upon such beauty with her naked eyes, wished for one thing- a horse of her own. I knew nothing of how to ride or how to care for the horse. All I knew was my burning passion for the creature that could only be heaven sent. How can words even begin to describe such a creature. Glory to he who created such a thing! How can you not remember the ripple of lithe muscle, the thin, nimble legs, and the pure might of the horse.
People often told me I was crazy, a hopeless dreamer. After all it's just a horse. To me just a horse was like just a fire burning a hole in my heart. The pain of a dream that seemed impossible.
Years went by before I first had a formal lesson. The third time I sat on a horse I as thrown, but this did not stop me. A passion, a dream, you do not give up! I mounted back up and have never thought of stopping.
So can horses be in our blood? Something that traces back into our very creation? Perhaps some of us are born to share moments of glory and freedom with the horse. I know that despite being teased, told to give up and get over it, there was something about the horse I could not ever give up.