Yesterday's journal entry was rather sober and heavy, so today I wanted to share some photos and a short movie clip that I took of Encantara a couple of days ago, shortly after a nice spring rain. A little wetness, a bit of mud detract not one bit from her darling primitive Iberian essence.
She's utterly captivating.
I find all the horses have this capacity to take me out of myself and wrap me up in their splendid timelessness.
Should I never ride a horse again (though I do hope to) or train along with any of these grullas in haute école, it is enough to be absorbed by their presence.