some women are wild horses ~ part 1

Jon and I talk a lot these days about a certain kind of woman we've come to refer to as the "wild horse":

She can't be fenced in. Ever. She needs complete freedom, without any expectations. Always.

You can't make her go where you want her to go. If she trusts your love, she'll walk alongside you. If you trust her instincts, she'll also lead you to places no one else can get to.

You can't try to control or regulate her passion and energy. She has a desperate need to express herself fully. To deny her this would crush her spirit.

If you respect the wildness in her heart, protect and nurture it, she will be yours wholeheartedly.

Some women will slowly die on the inside under any other circumstances. We'll be dying without even realizing it.

This YouTube video below is dedicated to all the wild horses who have bits in their mouths, and are at risk for losing their wild spirit. Despite the pretty horse pictures, I suggest just listening.

All The Wild Horses
Ray LaMontagne

All the wild horses
All the wild horses
Tethered with tears in their eyes
May no man's touch ever tame
May no man's reigns ever chain you
And may no man's weight ever defrayed your soul
And as for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away
As for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away