The first time I ever rode a horse it was spooked and I pulled on the rein to keep it steady and felt the power of its head and my own muscles tugging at the animal. I had already realised just how high up a horse really places one when mounting onto the saddle and now I realised that this was not horse riding. This was domination. I thought the pull on the reins probably hurt or reminded it of the times it first had bits put in its mouth and how it did not like the feel of it.
My friendship with animals was probably already there but now it was cemented into a state of being with them, to allow them to show who they are, their character, their sense of life and go with their flow. Because I can. To me the perfect situation would be for a horse to allow me to sit or lie on its back for a while and for it to take me where it wants to go (making sure I wasn’t on its back long enough to break its skin). To share a sense of what is in the horse’s mind.
I know I can rule the horse, I choose not too. That is true dominion.