Thursday, March 29, 2012


           At 12:22pm beautiful Tim lay snoozing in his stall. As I watched him, his lips and nostrils began to tremble. His dead eyes flickered around in their sockets. He nickered softly in his sleep, his legs moved gently. What could he be dreaming about? Tim has lived almost 30 years. He wasn't always blind. Where he has been and what he has done in all those years is a mystery to us. No one wants to tell us, no one responds when we ask.
          Did he herd cattle? Jump fences? Was he a show horse or just a bum with a little girl to love him? Is he dreaming about his momma in a field of grass, himself a gorgeous spotted baby? Is he calling to the friends who have died before him? He really loved Snowdrop. He fought Solomon for her and actually won her before I could break them up. Is he dreaming of his lost love? The fact of the matter is that he is dreaming. He is talking in his sleep. He, and all horses are much more than they appear to be. They know and see things that we can't even begin to imagine.
          I am so honored to know these special beings, to be their caretaker. They teach me something every single day.
I'm sure Tim is not blind in his dreams. -


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