I believe there is a force in this world
that lives beneath the surface, something primitive and wild that awakens when
you need an extra push just to survive, like wildflowers that bloom after fire
turns the forest black. Most people are afraid of it, and keep it buried deep
inside themselves...
I don't know how, but I was drawn to horses as if they were magnets when I was a child. It was in my
blood since then ....
For me a horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence are afraid of it, and keep it buried deep inside themselves
Having a horse as animal points to how free you feel to express yourself
in life. The horse is an animal that is domesticated by humans, but maintains a
strong energy and drive of its own. As a power animal, it relates to your
ability to express yourself freely and assertively in social environments such
as work or school, or in closer circles of family and friends.
When reflecting on your spirit , if you see the horse running wild, it
could be worth reflection on positive and negative meanings. On the positive
side, a horse running free is a sign that your drive to be free and express
yourself freely is strong and alive.
On the negative side, a horse running wild could symbolize a part of your personality or emotions that are hard to manage and are running your life instead of you running it...
On the negative side, a horse running wild could symbolize a part of your personality or emotions that are hard to manage and are running your life instead of you running it...
When I look at him, I know that he
is not just my horse ... He is my dream. He is my happiness, he is my heart .
He is my laughter , he is my teacher – he is my sanity ... He is the best part
of me
And where in this wide world you can find nobility
without pride,
Friendship without envy, or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is served with muscle
And strength by gentleness confined
He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.
Friendship without envy, or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is served with muscle
And strength by gentleness confined
He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.
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