The Horse Whisperer, Nicholas Evans

“Dancing and riding, it’s the same thing.  It’s about trust and consent.  You’ve gotten hold of one another.  The man’s leading but he’s not dragging her… You’re in harmony and moving to each other’s rhythm, just following the feel.”

Flying Changes, Sara Gruen

“With my knees and calves pressed against his warm solid muscle and my hands connected to his mouth through a rein, I sense his thoughts as they occur to him. I’d feel clever for that except he anticipates mine before they’ve even arrived.”

Flying Changes, Sara Gruen

“He transports me, and I give myself over to him.  When I ride him I’m a different person- confident, competent, operating at a level somewhere below latent thought and in absolute concert with the magnificent animal beneath me.  When I slide from his back I am recharged and whole.”

The Mountain’s Call, Caitlin Brennan

“… [she] felt the rhythmic beat of hooves on the earth as… the stallions danced.  That rhythm ruled the world.  The stars sang it.  It sent the moon through its phases.  The sun rose and set within it.  It was as powerful as anything that was and yet was unspeakably fragile.”

Aurelia, Anne Osterlund

“Free. Freedom must feel like this; the air, the space, the absolute absence of control.  Time had suspended itself beneath the pounding hooves.  She gave herself up to it, burying her head against [her horse’s] neck and letting herself enjoy the moments of thoughtless flight. “

Riding Lessons, Sara Gruen

“There’s the flap-flap-flap of leather on leather, the heavy incalzando of hoof beats, da-da-DA, da-da-DA, da-da-DA, and then a massive push, a hundred thousand compressed pounds exploding forth before-silence.  As we arc over the fence, the only parts of me in contact with anything are my calves and hands and the balls of my feet although it looks like I’m lying on him…”

Riding Lessons, Sara Gruen

“We’re flying now, and its a wonder to me that we touch the ground at all because clearly we don’t need to.  We are at the spread- on and past, to the water, and I’m letting him now, trusting him, and we’re flying.  Let me, he says, and I say yes, because how can I not…”