I’ve never needed emotional support Mustangs (and sunsets) more than these past few days.
I’ve been making short solo rides – as opposed to ponying – with each of them a priority lately, an exercise in courage and confidence for everyone.
Life is so fragile. From that perspective, being outside with three of the Wild Horse Outreach & Advocacy Ambassador Mustangs on a winter evening, with cold hands and clothes drenched from hauling water to a dry pasture, feels more like a beautiful gift than a daunting chore.
We’re going to try happy again tomorrow, as we do indeed have some happy news to share.
For now I’m grateful for good friends, hay in the barn (thanks guys!), fuzzy wild horses, loyal dogs, cuddly cats and mountains that glow in the first and last light.
