Blossom was a "reject" from the therapeutic riding center where I volunteered.
At the barn and having a bit more time to volunteer, I asked what I could do. I was told to go brush that "stupid pony, Blossom". Not stupid. Frightened out of her mind.
My first image of her standing at the back of the stall, head up, underweight body, tense and quivering. I groomed this lovely 13 HH, half welsh, half thoroughbred chestnut beauty. She may have been 35 but she was correct and darling. Finished, I marched to the office and asked if I could take Blossom home.
She did come home. She lived another 5 years. What a ride. She was a highly educated dressage pony. I could feel her heart beating through the saddle on our rides. Not from exercising, from anxiety. I did not need to ride. I did need to make her feel safe again.
Feeling safe. The "biggie" if you are wanting a confident and obedient horse. Not sure why Blossom was such a mess but she did respond to changes and recovered her confidence.
I focused on making her environment comfy. A run in shed that was cool in the heat and warm in the cold. She had a small field and freedom to move. I focused on feeding her a diet that met her needs with a routine she could count on. She made friends with Philbert, our pot bellied pig and they became all the herd she needed.
Most of all, I cared. I physically cared for her body but she knew I cared for her whole being. She followed through by caring back. We loved each other. She healed me back. Blossom enlightened me like no horse I have known before. We were thankful for each other. Life was good.
As a youngster looking a first horses, I rejected a solid elder citizen. I have never been able to forget him. He was sweet, handsome for his age but not the bold and beautiful steed I longed for. He looked into me. I still see his dark bay face and big eyes. I walked away but I never was able to "leave him behind". I always wondered what that look meant.
Today, with Blossom to thank, I know the "look" is evidence of incredible connection. I hope that old fella found someone ready to connect. He deserved it. I missed an opportunity in him. And bless my sweet "Orange Blossom Special". She raised my awareness and facilitated my "connections" in so many ways.
Overalls. Glad to have been reminded.
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