My foster granddaughter and I went to visit my younger daughter's cats. One hid under the bed, but the other graciously allowed her to pet her. We then went for ice cream, to celebrate. My granddaughter is into Wizard of Oz now. I bought her a condensed book of it, but the last two weeks we've watched the DVD. I saw it on TV growing up, and never read the books. I was more of a horse girl. National Velvet got my heart churning. This is, of course, horse girl in the abstract. I was never around horses much, and did not learn to ride, though my girlfriend and I used to rent horses when there were field trials in the countryside in Virginia and the horses took us whereever they wanted. We had no control. But as an adult, we had a pony for our kids and they had riding lessons, and competed. Later we had a horse for seven years. And until recently, our daughter-in-law had a pony school, so I'd go up and see them and take my granddaughter. We came armed with apples and carrots.
What I loved was reading about horses. I had no physical courage, so I adored reading about horse racing and champions like Seabiscuit, Secretariat, Man o War, Citation. I devoured the Black Stallion books and still watch the Triple Crown. I am a sucker for biographies of horses. I'm not entirely sure what they represent, but I know the horse is a powerful icon to me. Maybe it's my Indian blood, or the way they connect with us. Those big eyes are looking inside you and judging your intentions.
I love dogs, but horses are like liquid mercury. Beautiful movement and big soul and heart.
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