On March 1st, 2010, my friend Walter and I set off on an adventure with my Arabian horse, Sojourner. I rode Soj across America and Walter drove our little truck (with no trailer). The trip began in Los Angeles, California and successfully ended in Bath, New Hampshire 8 months and 14 days later. It was a 3,700 mile ride.
We rode in celebration of family and as an outreach to those dealing with divorce-related depression.
This ride tells a tale of love in many forms - through the people we meet along the way, our connection with the horse, with the land, and with each other.
As this blog goes on it gets more and more in depth with tons of photos and experiences. Snuggle in with a cup of tea and read this like a book. I have switched the blog around so it reads start to finish so you don't have to read backward (except the first entry).
Here is our story...
I was massaging...
...Soj's muscles while he was lying down and he decided to just lie his head down on my lap and go to sleep. He nestled in and started to dream. His legs were running and he would whinny or kind of mutter every once in a while. Every now and then he would burrow his head more into my lap to get more comfortable. Jordan was off walking somewhere, but Walter was there watching. He was sitting in front of the horse and I was behind as you can see with the horse resting on me. I told Walter to come over by me for a second so he slowly walked behind Soj and laid his head on his stomach, resting his body against Soj's back.
It was cool for me to sit back and see these two important souls that I love so much that are the key to the success of this ride connected like that. It made my eyes watery. Neither of us said anything. Walter just laid with his head on Soj, rubbing him, and Soj breathed heavily. It was perfect. Beautiful. The weight of the connection that is possible if you give it the time it needs to become is awing.