I was giddy to get back to the stable last night...
I knew that each night there is different...
different mood...
different energy...
different demons to chase...
Last night it was my turn to watch others in the pen wrestling their own issues...
I stood with him as he waited his turn, and we watched another face herself in the mirror of the horse...
I leaned in and rubbed my hand on his neck, my fingers moved the hair from in front of his eyes...
I moved to smell the skin on his cheek, I love the strong jaw, and the smooth soft hair there...
He held space for my loving him, as we held space for those in the arena...
We've been there before, me once, him many times...
We knew that the pen was different for everyone...
As it came to be his turn to go into the pen, I put my forehead to his, where our third eyes could touch, then I kissed him there...
I moved to the other side of the pen as he entered with his partner this time, I watched as he galloped around the pen, the majestic move of his body the way he owned himself, and let himself be guided...
He knew what she needed like he had known that for me too...
I saw his alpha, the way he submitted, yet shown that he could take his control any time...
For me he had held space, and showed alphas can hold space for me without control...
That I can trust strong energy without being smothered...
That strong can be soft...
That leaning can be safe when there is stability to lean on...
That someone holding my kite string grounds me, and lets me fly...
9-22-21
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