26/12/2023
The big secret, there's no need to look elsewhere.
It's in the ordinary that we find the extraordinary.
Nothing is ordinary. Everything is ordinary. Everything is extraordinary.
is No Ordinary Horse đ
I thought I didnât have a red mare story for you today, and I was tired, and I was going to have a ridiculously early night. But I suddenly came out of my doze and realised I did have a story, after all.
Itâs very brief and itâs very simple.
I was walking today, up the field, from the west side to the gate. Iâd been seeing to Tern and I was going back to make up the feeds. I picked up the red mare along the way. She was dreaming, and I said, âDo you want to come with?â I didnât have a halter or a rope with me; I asked her only with my energy and my intention. I was completely cool with the idea that she might say, âNah.â
She decided: yes, she did want to come with. So off we set together, side by side, under the bright Scottish sky.
Itâs perhaps a hundred yards, over very ordinary, slightly muddy turf. It could not be less remarkable. If you saw the picture, it would not look like much. Itâs a middle-aged woman, in a rather squashed hat, and a woolly, scruffy thoroughbred, who is twenty-one years old and no longer looks like the granddaughter of a Derby winner. But there we were, in tune, in time - old, old friends, who have been through all the ups and all the downs, who know each other so well that we donât need to make a fuss or make a drama. Itâs just us, communicating on a level that cannot be described in words.
As I walked that walk, with her easy and soft beside me, I put my hand on the crest of her neck and felt her thick mane under my fingers and matched my movement to hers. We walked with a little swing, knowing where we were going, knowing who we were. In that moment, I felt my heart and my whole body fill with gratitude and love. And astonishment too - that fate sent me this extraordinary creature who makes me feel better about every single thing, every single day.
The memory of that fleeting moment comes to me now, before I go to sleep, and it brings a smile to my face, and a profound sense of fulfilment. I think: I must tell them about this, before I finish my day. I must tell them this because itâs what itâs all about. Itâs the love, and thatâs what we are all here for. And when I say we, I mean: you, my Dear Readers; me, sitting in a room in Scotland, watching the fairy lights twinkle and listening to the wind start to blow its song outside; and perhaps I mean all of us humans, because flying, flinging, hopeful love is the emotion we all have in common.
I think: write this down, because it means something. I think: write this down, because it is the universal, the dream, the absolute beginning and the absolute end.