The Horse Whisperer - Why Some Books All Of A Sudden Make Sense These Days
Of course I read the book when it first came out in the mid nineties of the last century.
First of all I was horse riding back then myself, a hard to handle English thoroughbred mare, and I had heard about those gifted people who can help you to get along; actually, at my stables one experienced stable lad was the one who told me all about the deeper secrets of my troubled horse, and really helped me to get in touch with her.
Second of all, I was an editor back then, working hard ten hours a day, to get a magazine back on track that had lost all his mojo. So, just like Annie in Nicholas Evans´ book I was pretty involved into an exciting urban lifestyle, packed with decision-making, meetings, telephone-conferences. Not to mention dinners, lunches, visits to the theater, fashion shows, gallery openings, movie premieres...
To go to Montana for some time to meet a charismatic horse trainer in the middle of wilderness, seems pretty tempting - but never a real life choice. How would I not miss my "normal life"?
Reading the book now again, I all of sudden realise how much life has changed.
How I enjoy to be NOT in a city, locked down in an apartment, maybe close to a park or even stables with horses, but still far away from what really makes me happy - being surrounded by nature, taking long walks along a river or through the forests, not seeing too many people, cooking my own dinner with vegetables we get from the farmers around us.
Considering to have a horse again, even.
And I cannot help but thinking: Maybe this corona crisis has an upside, after all. Telling me more about what I already had enough ofl. And teaching me a lesson about what I really long for.