Horses give us lots of bruises and broken bones, and nobody who has worked around horses underestimates their capacity to cripple us.
So their power to heal us sometimes seems only fair. That said, horses can’t cure us of all our ills, especially some of those that they bring about. But they do seem to be able to save us from ourselves, not by offering us New Age medicine but by demanding a kind of old-fashioned concentration, similar to that practiced by meditative regimes throughout the world, and with the same familiar stages: composing ourselves in the place we find ourselves in, surrendering our ego, and seeking a moment-no more- of rightness. This takes is into the company of the first person to watch a horse and to wonder at its power and presence. It’s holy ground. It’s also dangerous territory.