Late last night a trailer pulled into my center with a stallion in tow.. I thought they'd brought me a donkey instead of the QuarterHorse stallion they'd said they were bringing in.. This poor boy was sickly.. Abused by his master then starved.. 

 

I know the ugliness of human nature all too well especially from one human to another.. I understand the mechanics and the psychology behind cruelty.. But never will I truly understand.. Especially why anyone would want to abuse an animal..

 

Freed of the perversities of humankind, horses are peaceful and curious.. If you show patience, they will accomodate you.. They have unconditional acceptance.. Horses are without judgement or malice..

 

After tending to the stallion I tucked myself into bed.. Sometimes my unconscious knows best.. In that in the twilight of sleep I'd remember things I was best off not remembering..  So as usual sleep evaded me.. I ended up slipping out of bed and staring out my sliding glass doors.. Peering out my bedroom into the horse pastures.. There was my beautiful Gypsy Vanners, Tuff and Lady, nibbling hay in the snow.. I held my breath and watched them.. They were perfect and peaceful.. Oblivious to me and my chaos.. It soothed me to watch them as they meandered around the pasture.. It's times like this that I know I did the right thing opening Morningstar and leaving everything I'd been trained to do behind...