The ngakpa’s house is within walking distance, but I feel like riding today.
“Hey boy, you’re looking good today.” The stallion trots towards me, his frame slender and strong, his neck curved with grace. As I run my fingers through his coarse mane, he lets out a big huff. “I hear you.” I put the halter around his head. “Let’s go for a ride.”
I’ve only been home for two days, but I miss being out riding. The horse did too—his hooves trample a melodic rhythm as I get into the pen.
A small step up and out of the courtyard, we ride into the rolling hills. Leaping on all fours, the stallion is in the mood to boot, and since I can also use some release, we’ll take a detour, conquering the steep end of the slopes. With the breeze on our back, the horse’s legs soar, sending clumps of grass fl
