fire horse energy time
I am scared of horses. Back in the 1900s, while at sleep away camp, I was riding a horse and it randomly did that jump-up you see in cowboy films and took off with me on it, screaming. I remember yelling for help and holding on for dear life, and in my memory, I can feel weeds whipping at my body as we went fast and close to the edge of a meadow. Also, as in a movie or specifically a television show, Little House on the Prairie, where I had just watched the sexy Almanzo James Wilder rescue someone from a runaway horse and fell more and more in love with Dean Butler, I felt the presence of another horse and person, and all of a sudden he was shouting at me, this camp boy, to be calm, and in a swoop of some magic he got me off the horse and onto his. I was 10 years old, and even now I can remember holding him so tightly and crying. I did get to stay in the nurse’s cabin for an afternoon eating popsicles and talking with the staff. I had no idea that would be the start of a phobia. I just felt lucky.
I do not like it when they twitch either, how horses twitch their whole body or at least large quadrants of that tight and smooth skin. I know it is a subconscious muscle situation to rid them of pesky flies, but it gives me the ick.
