For weeks, I’ve been searching for the words to commemorate a certain event, and the expansive emotion surrounding that event. It is an experience and a set of feelings familiar to every single one of my clients. I know this as fact.
Friends, I bought a horse. My first.
Luar (Luar! Isn’t that a beautiful name? Luar!) is Virginia-bound and closing in on the miles as I type. He left his loving home in Florida just a few hours ago and will arrive here midday tomorrow. The barn is clean. His stall awaits. His blankets and feed bags and drawers are labeled. It is so quiet. I can barely contain myself.
How have you all passed this time? Does it pass? Does the horse arrive? Will Luar ever get here? Were it not for the reality that I have met you all, that I have seen and touched and adored the very horses you too must have spent this time waiting for, I couldn’t be sure.
So, fellow horse owners, I want to thank every one of you for being testament to that passing of time. More tangibly, I want to thank you for what you’ve taught me by sharing your horses with me in the years leading up to this extraordinary occasion in my life. Thank you for inviting me into your horses’ lives, for teaching me more about horse care than I could ever innumerate, and for entrusting a small bit of that care to me, professionally. I am so grateful.
And today I am especially grateful for two individuals in particular. Specifically: thank you to Luar’s previous owner, Mary Kurtz-Seiden, who for his five years of life raised, nurtured, loved, and honored the incredible being that Luar is. I will cherish the task of doing justice to her beautiful work with him every step of the way. And thank you, thank you, thank you, to my mother, Martha Gantsoudes—the original Gantsoudes horsewoman, who founded and confirmed this passion in me, without which I would never know such a terrible, exquisite wait. Thank you for guiding me lifelong through the challenges, joys, and depths of animal relationships. Thank you for all you do to facilitate those relationships. And cheers, Mom, to your preternatural ability to hone in on such amazing animal souls out there in the world.
Here this one comes. For now, I wait. LUAR!