The horse,
our link to a primardial past, carries us in quiet. With the roll of a lope is the relief again to be on his back. Something within us was born there.
It‘s a sacred place, the back of a horse. I feel at home there.
Even on a rough day I slowly return to his rythm.
I enjoy the rocking of a canter, a springy trot - the whole physical matter of stamina, suppleness, breath & heartbeat.

I enjoy knowing my horses!