I went to sleep listening to the sound of rain on Saturday night. Sunday morning, I work up to thick fog just as the sun was starting to ride. I grabbed my phone and quickly headed out the front door of the farm house to see if I could capture a good picture of the horses in the fog with the rising sun. After a few photos, I was back in the house to make a quick cup of coffee before Dad and I headed out to bring the horses into the barn and feed them grain.
In the field I quickly caught my new horse and headed to the barn as Dad waited on the two older horses to make their way to the gate. New Moe is the boss, so there other two stay back until he is haltered. The boss always goes first and disciplines any stablemates that forgets the pecking order.
After putting New Moe in his stall, I came out to grab another horse. The view was beautiful as the golden rays of the were cutting through the thick fog. Suddenly I could see a horse moving through the fog, it was Prince. I grabbed for my phone only to discover I had left it in the house. What struck me was how Prince was moving like his old high-headed, high stepping, smoothed gaited self. He is over 20 years old and now is only ridden when my young nephew is visiting. His arthritic back legs are stiff and can not handle the weight of an adult or the stain of the trail. I was seeing the Prince of my memory move through the haze. I gabbed his lead rein and took him to his stall. I came out of the barn to see what was keeping Dad and Old Moe.
I stopped in my tracks. My Dad and Old Moe were slowly walking towards the barn. Both were moving in a way that betrayed their advanced years. The sun has risen high enough that the two males that I love the most were silhouetted in golden, misty light. The lead rein was slack, Dad was looking down, Old Moe’s head was down, and they were in lockstep with the slowness and stiffness of movement and pace that comes with rusty joints. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
In that moment I knew, it was message to trust the Light. Aging and loss are inevitable, but fear of cycle of life does nothing but rob me of the beauty of the moments I have left with each of them.
Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12
The Yoga Cowgirl 
Fog was one of those things that remind me of my childhood and playing chase in the school fields during fog banks that were thick as pea soup.
Lovely photos by the way 🙂
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I love fog photos so much – they are filled with dreams.These are indescribably beautiful. I enjoyed your description of the two you love the most, Sarah
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Thank you
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What a lovely post and a really ‘real’ sentiment here; enjoy all the stages of our lives.
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Thank you
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❤️🙏🏻
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I’ve come to believe that the most important truths in life never are complicated. They’re quite simple, and they’re often as beautiful as this post. Slowing down to cherish moments like the ones you’ve shared here is so important.
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Beautiful comment. Thank you.
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Sunrise and fog make for magic. Beautiful sentiments about aging and the cycle of life.
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Yes, to trust the light. The awareness that shines always so bright within…
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I always compliment you on your photos. I feel like a broken record, but goodness they never stop being magnificent. And I love the borders you put around them as well.
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Thank you! I enjoy taking photos and it makes me happy to have them seen.
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