Kindred Spirit

Kindred Spirit was the name I gave to my first horse. He was the perfect beginner horse for me. I am so grateful that I was able to have him in my life.

We had many happy memories, and adventures. I rode or spent time with him almost every single day. Below I will include some of the times we shared together.

When I first bought Spirit, he did not know much more then western trail riding. I slowly taught him about English riding (Dressage and Jumping) He seemed to enjoy it, although one of his and my favorite past-times were when we would go out hacking and gallop through the fields--racing against the wind.

Spirit although he was small in stature, was mighty in heart. He thought he was the fastest horse in the world. Every horse we ever raced against (for fun of course) he won. He was my little energizer bunny--my go-go machine. He had plenty of energy, but was still obedient enough to stop and calm down when asked.

I often would step back a couple of paces and run and jump on him bareback and we would go off with only a lead rope connected to his halter to make "reins." One time when jumping on bareback I put a little too much effort in, and gently sailed over him and landed on my feet on the other side--I stood there for a moment and tried to figure out what happened. LOL. I had just hurdled/jumped over my horse.

Another time while going over some jumps at a lesson, I did an unintentional emergency dismount while going over a jump and landed on my feet on the other side of the jump with Spirit. To this day I don't know what exactly happened, or why I did an emergency dismount type thing, and my instructor doesn't know either. I guess maybe I felt like I was falling, and did a dismount in mid jump. *Who Knows* LOL.

Another one of my favorite memories was going out in the middle of winter on a cloudless night to get on my horse bareback and ride in the moonlight on a white horse, with white all around me. It was so beautiful and peaceful. With his breath and my breath coming out in white clouds. I would often lean back and lay on him and stare at the stars.

He was a great horse. He is beyond description in his wonderfulness. I parted ways with him with great pain to my heart because I outgrew him. I gave him a home with a little girl, so he could teach another person the joy of having a wonderful horse. He is to come back to me if that girl ever decides to part ways with him. I secretly hope she does, so that I can have my Spirit back. Maybe someday he can be retired and returned to me to spend the rest of his days.