i shall be released;

[{{helena}}]

helena schwarzkopf and afuhrmative

They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

They say ev'ry man needs protection,
They say ev'ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he's not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
-- Bob Dylan; I Shall Be Released

I looks at the frisky filly with nothing but calmness and love in my eyes. I am deeply attached to her. This filly is my event horse's full sister, and she is certain to be a champion. By Langfuhr and out of Never An Angel, there's no doubt that she will rock the racetrack.

Fuhr dances around as I attempt to groom her. I spends a good 45 minutes in Fuhr's stall, brushing and petting her...just bonding. The little filly occasionally nips me, but it's nothing to worry about...they're just love-nips.

I grab the filly's halter from her stall door and slips it over Fuhr's nose and ears. She is a tad reluctant but accepts it nonetheless. I then clip on the lead rope and push the stall door all the way open. Fuhr responds by bolting out and almost drigging my on my knees. I make sure she knows that what she did was uncalled for and unacceptable but I do not dwell on it. Once I am at her side and ready to go, I calmly walk her down the aisle toward the doors. Her ears or forward and her step is bouncy. We are through the barn doors now and out in the warm afternoon sun. It's supposed to rain tonight, but no sign of it yet.

I walk her past the horse trailers and Fuhr's nostrills flare at the sight of the foreign objects. I giggle and continue on after letting her have a good looksee.

This is Fuhr's first in hand walk outside of the barn. Usually, she is just tunred out in her run, which leads to the pasture, or simply kept in her stall. She is incredibly excited. She is clearly having a sensory overload when we pass her field. She seems confused as to why she is not in there too, with her friends. Fuhr then spooks as one of the barn dogs, Brutus, trots past, barking at the barn cat, Orange. Once again, I am nearly dragged down on my knees and across the barnyard. I ragaing my balance and give her som big pats so that she knows she's alright.

We head back toward the stable, but I take her past the racetrack first. I pause with her there for a few minutes to let her watch the other horses gallop by. She is endlessly entrigued. After a while, I tear her away from the racers and lead her back to her stall. I remove her halter and let her relax. Once she is all settled in I giver her a carrot and groom her a bit more. She is now staring out her window at her newfound passion; racing.