Hands On Horses
Forehead to forehead and eye to eye, I melted into the deep gaze of Dust Bunny. A rich chocolate brown, she was the only mare in a barn full of males. As I placed my hands on her side and by her face, Dust Bunny relaxed and settled in. I loved when she'd turn her head to look at me and then bring her forehead to rest against mine. We communicated through feelings and the sense of touch. When she needed a little break from our hands, she made it very clear by walking away and
