I am tired. We’ve had a several-days’ run of cold weather, when everything is harder, including pony chores. I am very grateful for this life with ponies, but there are these times when I wear thin. Inevitably, though, something happens to remind me how lucky I am and how important the work I do on behalf of Fell Ponies is. That has been the case the last few days. Words of thanks, support, and encouragement have come from multiple directions, and I am extraordinarily grateful. Then a gift that I can hold in my hands carrying similar sentiments arrived, and it took my breath away.
To most people, a pair of socks wouldn’t seem very exciting. But living where winter occupies as much as half the year, wool socks are very dear to me. And the socks I’ve just received aren’t ordinary. They are works of art, with all the inspiration and craftsmanship that that moniker requires. From their maker: “I found the wool for the ‘Fell Pony in first morning light’ colored socks and thought of you. Please keep up your work for the Fell Pony breed!!! You rock!!!”
Then when I showed them the picture I’d taken of my ponies a few days before, they replied, “That’s exactly what I had in mind when I saw the ball of wool!” I have never had the pleasure of meeting this person and may not ever because we live across an ocean from each other, but they are uncannily aware of why I do the work I do with and for Fell Ponies. They are always there, however remotely, when I need to celebrate or need encouragement. A friend like that is priceless. The Fell Pony breed is stronger because of connections between people that it weaves, and for that I am grateful, too.
© Jenifer Morrissey, 2018
More stories about the blessings of life with Fell Ponies can be found in my book What an Honor, available internationally by clicking here .