Horse Folks

"I was drawn to horses as if they were magnets. It was in my blood. I must have inherited from my grandfather a genetic proclivity toward the equine species. Perhaps there's a quirk in the DNA that makes horse people different from everyone else, that instantly divides humanity into those who love horses and the others, who simply don't know.

"To be content, horse people need only a horse or, lacking that, someone else who loves horses with whom they can talk. It was always that way with my grandfather. He took me places just so we could see horses, be near them. We went to the circus and the rodeo at Madison Square Garden. We watched parades down Fifth Avenue. Finding a horse, real or imagined, was like finding a dab of magic potion that enlivened us both. Sometimes I'd tell my grandfather about all the horses in my elaborate dreams. He'd lean over, smile, and assure me that, one day, I'd have one for real. And if my grandfather, my Opa, told me something was going to come true, it always did."

By Dr. Allan J. Hamilton, in "Zen Mind, Zen Horse: The science and spirituality of working with horses" in America's Horse, December 2011 (AQHA publication).



The part that really sticks out to me is "Finding a horse, real or imagined, was like finding a dab of magic potion..."

Currently I have four horses and I'm 28 years old. I still try to break my neck, picking horse(s) from a herd of cows or being ridden on the side of the road.

Must be in my DNA...