Letting the horse, the trail and the weather dictate that is
the only thing that will work.
Period.
Anything other than those three things, and we riders and
our horses will eventually face a different kind of truth...
...that is, living things suffer...living things die.
I've never read a beautiful poem about a buckle.
I've never seen a personal check, regardless of the
amount, single-mindedly give birth and immediately love without
condition.
I've never felt the heartache, the utter sinking of my heart
into the blackest hole, to equal the feeling when a friend, a true
hero, allows a final whinney to catch the breeze as they step onto
that zephyr that, one day, carries all horses to that ultimate CRI
where every horse is 48/40, and eagerly seeks whatever forage, whatever
water and whomsoever's hand reaches out to pat them, to draw them close
and kiss them softly on the muzzle, feeling the heart-exhaust pass
through their nostrils and warm the skin a final time.
Sappy...yes, I am....and I'll have nothing else to say on
the matter.
For me, there is nothing else.
---Frank Solano...except it is how we "feel" deep inside
that matters, cause each of us knows the truth, regardless of how we
try make it complicated. It just isn't.
