I used to have a love for horses. My stepfather’s dad had a ranch. They gave me a horse to take care of. For a while, I enjoyed it. It was a lot of work. And every day I grew to love it more. Then winter came. And I moved away. Later, the next Spring that gave me the news. They had to put all Bessie down. Because of her infected Huffs. Sad as it may be. I went on to breaking Colts. For a while, it was alright. And the sales were doing fine. Tell my partner got kicked in the chest… And my parents refused to let me work. In the Spring. Of 86. I work to farm in Missouri. My body odor deterred the horses. And they were biting and trying to kick at me. So I could not get any work done with them. And went to using 3 wheelers instead. Those days are gone. And I haven’t Road his horse since.
Maybe you can take turns is ya wanna….
Maybe depends who you are as beings and how you go together.
Some people are hateful yucky riders.
Maybe being a horse ridden can be a good thing if you have the right rider that suits you and you approve of.
I had some of the best moments of my life riding my sacred neigh.
Unfortunately she is dead now but our love is eternal.
I think in terms of the Survival Dance and the Sacred Dance:
Fascinating read. Thank you
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I think you would like this. Sorry made me think about it.
I have difficulty with this mindset as I don’t want to control others, be controlled by others, or compete with others. It is always better to work with others.
When I’m the rider there is a purpose for me to be the rider
When I am horse there’s a purpose for me to be the horse
Which ever I am at the moment we are both striving to achieve our purpose
When we both are achieving our purposes we both enjoy our positions
That sounds very much like later in the article that I was reading, the author feels that they oscillate between either being the rider or the horse. Wasn’t trying to preach, I thought it was just an interesting idea. Interesting way of looking at the world.
I have Started doing a little sacred dancing in life
Today I am also trying to dance the survival and sacred dance together and With a little help from my parents I’m doing a little bit of both at the moment
Same here kinda.
I am not a competitive person.
When I rode it was just for fun and connecting with my sacred neigh and I’m sure she enjoyed it too.
I was never dominating in hateful ways.
I spoke lovingly to her even when I was telling her and encouraging her to go forward when she didn’t want to.
We overcame so much together.
Crossing scary bridges and passing scary trucks…
Being firm yet gentle.
I did use a whip but i didn’t use it often and I was very careful with how I used it.
I spoke lovingly to her when I used it and it wasn’t to hurt her just to encourage her to pass the truck or so.
I definitely don’t want to be controlled by others.
If someone asks me to do something maybe if I give consent and want to but i have a choice to say no .
Unless I’m not in my body and someone else is in my body saying yes but then it’s my body but not the real me.
This isn’t really about sharing sexual role playing stories. Let’s not do that.
I always miss the good stuff.
Le sigh.
Ha ha ha ha ha ok !
It wasn’t roll playing though.
Just a hot moment.
I ride a black horse with hell close behind.
Jk!
I would rather not be the rider nor the horse but rather the saddle maker.
That sounds like a godly status lol
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