Of Men and Horses

I love horses. I’ve had a passion for them since I was a kid with no means of actually owning one.

When I was a single working mom, I could not justify spending money on horse activities, except for the occasional ride on a rental horse. And during my two marriages, neither of my husbands had an interest in supporting my horse habit.

My “dream horse,” Bazan with his former owner aboard. Bazan is gorgeous, smart, and friendly. He’s in my life because Charley likes seeing me happy!

When Josh grew up and left home to start his own life–right around the time of my second divorce–I had too many bills and problems to solve to indulge myself with such a “frivolous” activity.

Given the subject of this blog, it will come as no surprise that my involvement with horses really began when Charley and I got together. He is not a horse person, but because he wants me to be happy, he has supported this passion of mine since shortly after we got married. It’s not just that he has supported my horse habit financially; his face lights up when he sees how much horses mean to me, especially if that involves me riding (not just mucking out stalls!).

Now that Bazan and his girlfriend, Miata, are with me, I’ve played with a ridden my “dream horse,” Bazan. But aside from the fact that horses are a passion for me, there are real parallels between an interpersonal relationship and the relationship between a horse and his “person,” a subject about which I’m most happy to share with you in upcoming posts–even if you don’t have a horse!

Yours in love,

Tanii