My last post was more poetic and odd, so this one is to balance it out (more literal and normal). I have always been quite nervous with horses. I did not grow up with them around, they are really big, have big teeth, big mouth. The horses here are a bit smaller, but I still feel confident that something extremely awful could happen to me if I were to cross one of these petite powerhouses. When we went to Jona’s farm, I was picturing the horses either in their little fenced-off zone or in the stable, but Jona had such a strong relationship with them that she was comfortable with them all roaming around loose in the barn. This is when I experienced a sort of trial by fire, where I swear those horses could feel my nerves and chose to encircle me. I felt re-baptized by the Icelandic horses.
The following photos are from a few Horse Walks—walking around and looking at horses, and some from Jona’s barn.
