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Manuela Montoya manuelamhdesign — i absolutely loved it, just wish there were more.

Sanjeev Sharma sanjeevsha4186 — Horses are among my favorite animals, and having been around them since I could walk, it was made very clear to me that the language of horses is very visual and physical, even more so for horses who have been abused. What I found startling in my read of this book was the potential application of some of these principles (not language) to wounded people. The results were almost identical in some cases.

Cass Smallpaws _ass_ — Favorite Quotes And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me. ...it was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves. And then there came the pounding of another drum, as if another giant were coming yards behind him, and each giant, intent on his own drum, gave no notice to the rhythm of the other. The sound grew louder and louder until it seemed to fill not just my hearing but all my senses, to be throbbing in my lips and fingers, in the flesh of my temples, in my veins. ...a summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with a wisteria, and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time, and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another. ...every moment must be first known and then savored. And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt. It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face. I was in the black silence of a medieval street, and blindly I followed its sharp turns, comforted by the height of its narrow tenements, which seemed at any moment capable of falling together, closing this alleyway under indifferent stars like a seam. ...something in me was responding now as the audience responded, not in fear, but in some human way, to the magic of that fragile painted set, the mystery of the lighted world there. As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’ One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace.