It was time to get back in routine with Maya again, working on her Parelli games and circles. It was so incredibly quiet. Not a noise could be heard. The dead cold of winter echoed it’s name back to me, on this moonlite night.

Maya and I retrieved to the corner of the front paddock, where footing was by chance, still in good standing, for some circles at a trot. I was calm and I could feel likeness from Maya of this energy I had.

We played our Parelli games and did some circles, and she was just as quiet about my asking, as the night around us.

I then let out Jay, and we all walked across the untouched fallen snow in the front pasture. Maya willingly followed me and I encouraged and praised her with her forward movement.

The moonlight, so beautifully, offered light to our walk. The snow easily moved upon each footstep we took onto the earth’s bounty of goodness.

Across and around the front pasture we trekked. Maya and I leading the way, Jay following in our footsteps. All went so well, I took it further and went to the back pasture. The three of us creating a new path upon the freshly fallen snow. The moon lit up the entire pasture, as if the light of an angel had gleamed it’s beauty across this small patch of nature.

Upon the moonlit night, myself and my equines enjoyed the quiet company of each other, not a thought of it’s cold, but in awe of it’s beauty.

Copyright December 31, 2017

By Diana Wanamaker

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