I'm an avid reader, but never felt compelled to leave a review before now.

I'm sorry to say the writing in this book is dreadful. It reads like a high-school term paper: name-dropping resources, strung together in an attempt to support... something. I'm not quite sure it gets any deeper than 'horses are neat'. There is no clear meaning to be harvested. No point to the rambling. And the language is forced: steeped in self-help-isms. "Paradigm" is used way too much.

As a companion of horses, and as a spiritual seeker, I find more meaning in an afternoon mucking a stall than in the pages of this book. Still, I forced myself to read it all, in the belief that with this much manure, there must be a pony in there somewhere. There wasn't.

Offers a brief but interesting reflection on the spiritual development horses can offer to their human keepers and friends.