From Moshi

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When I was a baby, I used to love to run around the pasture as fast as I could go, then launch myself in the air, kick out behind, land with a thud, then do a sliding stop into my mom’s side. It was great fun. I would play fight with my friends, rearing up and striking at each other with our little hooves as we shook our heads in mock anger. We were preparing for the day we’d have to fight for our own band of mares, but we were also just having fun.

Of course, being a domesticated fellow, I never had to fight for a band of my own. My “family” became Jane, Rhett, and Indy. I have horse friends too, but I’ve never had to compete for company or food. That’s the nice thing about being cared for by human friends.

But that playful colt is still in there. Sometimes, when I’m turned out, I run as fast as I can and launch myself in the air. It’s not as easy as it was when I was a baby, but it’s still fun. It’s exhilarating.

What fun things have you stopped doing? What could you do, today, that would put a smile on your face or rekindle the enthusiasm you had as a youngster?

I heard Jane say once, “we don’t stop playing because we get old, we get old because we stop playing…”

I hope you’re going to go to the barn today! Your horse wants to PLAY with you!

Love, Moshi

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  1. Funny, I just came back from the barn where I spent my lunch break “playing” (aka doing groundwork) with my pony! You’re right, playing is important – when I get too serious, I’ll get annoyed much more quickly with my pony than if I’m just thinking about having fun.
    Greetings from sunny Slovenia!

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