Ridding Lesson

This morning, Zeek had a riding lesson with Linda. He chose to ride Julio. He loves him. 

I loved my time with Linda, again. Zeek did SO well. He rode patterns on his own, a lot. I was so proud of him. He was proud too.
He still wants nothing to do with catching, grooming, preparing, untacking, or turning out a horse. Maybe he's too young still. ??? He sure loves to ride, though.

I spent some time with Bid Me again. Not sure if I've ever written about him. He's a horse that Linda owns. 28 years old, one eye missing, good eye half bad, matted and un-groomed (probably unsafe to stand next to), in his own corral area because he is not safe with other horses- obviously because of his sight.

I noticed him when we board Gwin there. He was the "crazy" horse who was always bucking into his fencing and metal door, biting and the air to warn the horses in the corral next to him.

One day I was alone, and I decided to go down and get a look at him. Within the first 30 seconds of standing in front of him he brought me to tears, not out of sadness or pity, and he's pulled my heart out ever since. From then I've spent quiet time talking to him, praying over him, singing, and now scratching his face, neck and ears during our visits. I love that horse. Honestly, I want him. If I had the set up at home, I'd ask Linda for him.

But I don't, and so I will let his heart, spirit and nature continue to speak to me and make me feel full and real and closer to God from his little corral at Linda's.
What is it about horses?