Jane, over at The Literary Horse, has asked this age old question of her readers and wants some feedback. I think that many of us involved with our equine friends get this question, oh, a few hundred times or so in our lives. And Jane has nailed it: you don’t love horses in the same way that you love football or chocolate. Putting into words the nature of the feeling and involvement is next to impossible. It comes from a place that transcends words. If you are truly a horse person, no description is necessary to explain why the best Saturday mornings entail rising at dawn so you can experience the waking of the world from a horse’s back. But for those of you that are NOT horse people and have either been afraid to ask or have gotten an unsatisfactory answer, here you go. With the benefit of an extended amount of time to contemplate and create some poetic verbage: Why horses?
Because they don’t talk back, yet you’ll often find an ear cocked in your direction as you speak
Because they accept what is and never look back
Because you can view your soul through a horse’s eyes
Because there is no high like the one you feel when you have just perfected an intricate maneuver on horseback
Because of the strength and flexibility the body has as a result of riding
Because it feels powerful to charge through the woods at a gallop, ducking branches and feeling the wind whip around you
Because of the partnership and trust that is shared between a horse and rider

Because nothing soothes the edges of a rough day like a warm, hay scented breath blown on your cheek
Because they are so powerful and yet so fragile
Because equestrian friendships transcend age, religion, and sexuality. The language of the horse is enough to sustain a lasting bond

Because horses are the best teachers and if you listen there is always something new to learn
But mostly, because horses are in my soul. They have been from the day I was born, long before I ever laid a hand upon one. If you have ever been lucky enough to experience that feeling with anything, then you might understand. There are just some things you can’t explain, and trying to rein them into words diminishes the greatness.
So I’m with Jane. Why horses? Because I like them.