My memory is of a time and space when there was a horse named Sugar. He was a beautiful, well trained and bred Arabian. Snow white, bright eyes. He was the constant companion of a girl who rode with the wind in her hair. She was as agile on a horse as some are on skis or a surf board. She rode the hills on him, sometimes bareback for miles, thinking of nothing but her life and her dreams. He was her help mate, he was her protector against others who would harm her. They spent constant hours wandering, no destination in sight. Her whistle was all it took to have him come running to her, his head high and ears perked.. Her family life was nothing to smile about. A change in the family situation sent them to another place where after a short period of time Sugar was brought to her. Her anticipation of him getting off that trailer was more than she could bear. Her whistle sent him to his knees crawling out of the trailer under the bar to get to her.. He ran to her.. Her life was complete. She could live without other humans in her life but she could not live without Sugar..

Move far away? again? But what about Sugar? Transport? Ok.. When? Soon as we get there and settle. Where will he stay till then?... many questions.... 

She got off the school bus that day. Ran to the barn as usual.. Her steps light, her mind was heavy with fear of this new move.. She opens the barn door.. Silence. Where is Sugar? Is he out in the pasture? She cries out for him. Sugar!! The whistle... Silence.. Her heart starts to pound, her mind races, panic, fear, total terror... She runs, and runs and runs.. She goes to the one person who would know.. the 'egg donor' as she is called to her today. Where is Sugar?.... Sugar is gone. She looks about and all her tack is gone too. The new prized, tooled saddle, everything.. gone.. the air locks in her lungs and she cant breathe.. Her mind stops.. She cant think anymore.. devastation sets in.. He is gone.. Everything is gone.. Now she is gone... Everything turns black.. Silence

For many years she stayed gone.. Her life went about her like a walking zombie.. Darkness prevailed.  Nothing mattered. Things happened, life happened.. but everything about horses was empty to her.. The many pencil drawings went to the trash, it was too much to look at even an image of a horse.

Scrolling to the present it has come to pass through many different avenues to be revealed later that she came back to horses. Her ability to watch those who were just like her have that same dream. Can I be a channel to help that same dream present itself and stay? Currently I made a decision to help someone get a horse that they have ridden for many years at camp and to board it here. I watch this young lady and am reminded of myself. I could sense her anxiety at not knowing what to do to save this horse who had become a part of her heart, her dream. They are truly bonded. HIs age would have sent him to a place that no one wants to think of. I wonder what it would have been like to have had the same opportunity for Sugar. Now as an adult I know where he went. To a life of hell and I truly don't care to reminisce in it. If I had been allowed to participate in his daily care, to pay for his supplies by working odd jobs and then volunteering where he was boarded in exchange for him being in my life. What dreams of mine would have been fulfilled? How many different paths would I have taken in life? 

It is something that giving does. It chips away at the many things in us and frees us to be closer to the Creator. It is about letting go. 

How will you let go? Where will you give to another be it human or animal? How will you make your own dreams come true or help another achieve theirs?

RT