We talked about gratitude recently and I was reminded again about gratefulness two days ago. I watched my horse canter around in the sunshine and it made me smile from the inside out. I always wanted a horse– I was one of those horse-crazy girls who begged and borrowed any horse I could so that I could ride. Or brush it. Or just hang out with it. I spent hours drawing them, studying them, yearning for them. It seems they were coded into my DNA and I felt a kind of separation within myself at the absence of that fulfillment. I was inexplicably drawn to them.
Though I could not have one of my own, I was blessed to have neighbors with horses who let me ride quite a bit. Every one of their horses was sorrel. Some people would call that color chestnut. Non-horse people would say red. Their draft horses were Suffolks, the smallest of the draft breeds, who only come in one color: red. Their American saddlebred could have been any number of colors, but she was red, as well. Seven horses, all the same color. I loved every one of them, but I dreamed of “someday,” when I could choose my own, I would have a black, or a blue roan, a palomino, or a buckskin. Maybe one of every color. Definitely not sorrel, though. Sorrel seemed rather ordinary to me.
After waiting decades for a horse of my own, you may well guess that I ended up with exactly that—a sorrel horse. My amazing red mare has been with me nine years and for a longest time, I had still wished her to be any other color.
Sometimes we lose gratitude for what is right in front of us because we see it all the time; we become blind to it. Has that ever happened to you?
As I watched her canter and roll, I could appreciate the brilliant copper, red, and gold hues in her shiny coat. She trotted over for a scratch on her withers and I was filled with gratitude that she is exactly the way she is. Her personality and heart could certainly be packaged in a fancier body or color, but that isn’t who she is. She is exactly who she was meant to be, sorrel coat and all. She is magnificent. She is my partner in adventure, my confidant, and my friend. And I am grateful for her being exactly as she is; she is extraordinary.
There is a phrase that a good horse is never a bad color and I now know it to be true. Are there any areas of your life where you have been blind to feeling gratefulness because what you have seems “too common”?
Leave a comment and let me know if this rings true for you!