Friday, 4 October 2013

Nothing left in my brain. So, instead, here are forty-seven pictures of a horse, rolling.

And...into the wall I crash. I forgot to get iron tonic, which was a big mistake. I did make soup, the honest vegetable kind which my mother calls Good Woman Soup. (As I make it, I wonder hopefully whether the very act of softening onions will turn me into a Good Woman. I do, after all, believe in the mystical properties of soup.) I did have some thoughts about National Poetry Day, and the Daily Mail, and the lunacy of the government shut-down which is happening in America, and the saving grace of Jon Stewart, whose videos I illicitly watch on the YouTube. (Sorry, not available in the UK, says the official Daily Show site, regretfully.)

But now: those thoughts are gone. It’s Friday. My work is done. The HorseBack stuff is dusted. Stanley the Dog is walked and Red the Mare is seen to. The circuits in my brain fizzle and fuse. There is not one ounce of energy left. I am going to sit very, very still in a silent room.

This morning, I had an unaccustomed spare half hour. I was actually ahead of schedule, which was so odd it went against muscle memory. The sun had come out for five minutes so I ran down to the field and stood in it with my horse.

I really, really like standing still with my horse. I love riding her and working her and teaching her new things, but mostly, I love standing still with her. She was in a mood of stillness too, so she nodded her head over the crook of my arm and went to sleep in the October warmth. I could feel her growing heavy and she made happy little sighing noises. I made happy little sighing noises. We sighed at each other for about ten minutes. I shut my eyes, and felt the world.

I did not attempt coherent thought. I have never been able to meditate but it was the nearest to meditation I’ve ever come. I felt some profound shift, almost in the viscera, as if all those particles of exploded stars which make up the atoms of my body were reconfiguring themselves. (I can never quite get over the fact that humans really are, as Joni Mitchell once scientifically sang, made of stardust.)

Then Red gave a great snort and I let her go and she ambled off to have a glorious, indulgent, operatic, drama queen roll. And then she got up and shook herself and gazed at me for a bit, and then she Minnie-the-Mooched across to me for a bit more love. Which I gave her.

And then I went and did all my work and used up all my brain and now all I have for you is about forty-seven pictures of a horse rolling.

But what a horse.

And what a roll.

Happy Friday.

What Red the Mare sees from her paddock:

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Interesting new member of the herd. Stanley the Dog clearly now believes he is a horse:

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Happy red girl with her small friend:

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Do not anthropomorphise, say the stern voices in my head. But I can’t help thinking that is the closest an equine comes to a smile:

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And now – for the ROLLING:

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I love this face. Do you see what I just did?:

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And then she does her best Minnie the Moocher, as she comes across for one more minute of love:

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  1. What beautiful pictures! These images make me think of our old life in the country when we took our daughter riding each Sunday and while she was out, we'd walk the dogs across Marlborough Downs. Good times.

  2. If you scroll down really fast Red is almost animated (like those little books of a drawing which, when you flick the pages, "moves").

    Well. It IS just past 3 a.m. so my brain is a bit fried...

  3. We are used to seeing the shape of a horse when it's upright... but there's something about seeing a horse lying on its back that really emphasizes the breadth and depth of the body just behind the forelegs. They are truly powerful creatures! As my husband often says about our cats... thank goodness they like us. 8-)

  4. What a beauty - Red looks utterly blissful. I could quite happily move into the field with her and Stanley and Myfanwy. :-)


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