My friend goes to all the garage sales and thrift stores.  She has a second-hand shop for furniture and things, and whenever she sees anything horse related she picks it up for me and Bob.  We’ve gotten some really neat stuff.  Things I’ve never seen in any of the many catalogs I get monthly.  The other day she gave me a picture of a woman looking lovingly at her horse and on it read – “In My Heart – ‘Tis said the wild horse runs free. Yet…a wild horse resides in me.  His singular beauty, His spirit– free.  His thundering energy… ‘Tis captured in me.  The Wild Horse within my heart.”  Written by Barbara Dunn-Reeves.

This touched me, but left me wanting more.  More of what, I don’t know.

Two days ago I was speaking with a woman at Direct TV about updating my equipment. When she asked about what number the tech should use when calling to confirm,  I told her to call the cell because I might be out in the barn.  That started a whole conversation about horses.  She lives in Arizona.  I think of Arizona as rural, desert, open spaces.  She told me when she first moved to where she lives, she had wild horses grazing in her yard.  Now with all the development, they are pushed far out of her area.  She told me it made her very sad that they are gone.

These are things we here about every once in a while.  We know that Land Management is rounding up all the wild horses.  Just like the Native American Indians, the horses are forced into a small designated area, or sold.  I’ve had several adopted Mustangs here and they were wonderful animals.

I am a person who hates change.  I hate that these areas are being taken away from animals that were born there and have every, God-given right, to be there.  Progress stinks.  We designate certain areas to remain as they were, but it’s not enough.  It’s not enough land to support a herd.  It’s not enough land to remind us of what our country once was.  Oh yes there is still a lot of untouched land out there, but that’s because the developments haven’t gotten there yet.

I am very well aware that people have to live somewhere, but so do the wild animals. Not in cages at zoos, but really live and thrive.

I’m also seeing the Wild Horse within my heart disappearing along with the animals who are being slain, caged, or corralled.  As with the extinction of these animals, so will man go.

Such a shame, that’s not how it was intended to be.

Just a thought.