tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post1840609194632045045..comments2024-03-26T05:15:39.663-07:00Comments on Equestrian Ink: A Renewed FaithJami Davenporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259390150273030284noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-72765120855904151462009-10-13T12:55:00.633-07:002009-10-13T12:55:00.633-07:00I have also taken the time to figure out what I sp...I have also taken the time to figure out what I spend on Promise every year. It is scary and depressing. I think, sometimes, what I could have or could do if I didn't have her. <br /><br />And then, I think how miserable I would be without her. I don't see her or get to ride as much as I would like, because life gets in the way while I sit behind a desk. But I know she is always there - and whether she is waiting for me or just being a horse...all that matters is, she is there. She is loved. She is safe. She gets to eat, and play, and exist without a care in the world.<br /><br />When times are tough, she is the first one I want to see and talk to. She doesn't judge, she doesn't try to solve my problems...she just listens, and plays with my hair while I lean on her. The simple act of her lips moving on top of my head can break any fog, and make me laugh. <br /><br />When I had to put the dog I grew up with to sleep last fall, Promise was the only presence I wanted near me. I don't know if she appreciated the "human slobber" I left on her neck in tears, as much as I love the horse slobber, but I do know that she held me up better than the people in my life could in that situation.Promisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12338935046262804307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037107797013641705.post-20480636287626430372009-10-13T11:08:35.978-07:002009-10-13T11:08:35.978-07:00I don't know how I do it! I think that my hors...I don't know how I do it! I think that my horses, for me, are my energy, when I am around them, I am replenished instead of drained. My day to day job drains me, but I forget all about it, when I am on my way to the barn. I could spend countless hours hugging my mare, she hugs me right back... when my arms are around her neck and my head pressed against her, she tilts her head and rests it on my shoulder and back, I get the feeling that she loves me a whole lot. I love her to death and I hope she knows it. I would never do anything to hurt her and she saved my bum from risky situations more than once... if I am ever in doubt, I just let her sort it out... since she is the one that is going to put her feet in there, better she chooses where and how. She will go through anything. For writing, well, I'm not a professionnal writer so I don't really incorporate that in my daily life... although I could write about horses all day! I have started a blog on my story with horses from beginning to today and you may visit at: <br /><br />http://myhorsesdandypearlpeg.blogspot.com/OneDandyHorsehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02355057635042941344noreply@blogger.com