Lost in a horse’s eyes
Today our subject is horses. We are leaving aside for now all the problems, however significant they may be, caused by the pandemic, the shows that have been cancelled, ranking points, who is riding and who is not, business, elections, who says and who does what… For once we are leaving everything aside and only talking about horses. The more sensitive and up-to date riders, breeders and coaches are now aware that pursuing a feeling, a complicity, acknowledging horses’ essential need to lead a life suited to them, are essential conditions for practicing this sport and that all the rest comes later. «Those who do not adapt to horses and do not understand them profoundly are inevitably left behind», as Riccardo Sanavio says in his interview.
It is enough to experience the feelings one has watching foals grow up next to their mothers. That is where it all begins. Then one chooses to share a path that consists of opportunities, sacrifices, choices, problems and success. There are some things that help us understand all this, such as looking into the eyes of horse so as to understand who one is dealing with, so as to be amazed and moved by such greatness. It is like looking into Sam’s eyes, those of Michael Jung’s lifelong friend and eventing companion. Together they have been capable of stellar and perhaps seemingly unachievable enterprises. Magnetic, amber-coloured eyes with light veins reminiscent of the waves of the sea. Eyes one can get lost in and through which one can look far, very far into the distance; eyes so deep there is no end to them. Sam is now twenty years old and is surrounded by the love and tenderness of his family, the Jungs. He has a wonderful paddock, he is physically perfect, his coat is long and he has the proud look of a horse that has seen and won everything possible, happy to be where he is protected by his special friend. Michael. The man reflected in his eyes.