Last night, around 9 pm, everyone was getting ready for bed inside our house. The wind was whistling and squealing around the windows in huge snowy gusts. I heard a crashing noise outside that sounded like it was coming from the barn. Now, I am normally a big wimp about going out in the dark alone at night. Fortunately, one of the wonderful things about where we live is that I am also much more secure here than I have ever been anywhere else. So, I knew that in order for me to sleep soundly, I had to go to the barn and check on the horses. It was also only 7F degrees outside, and I thought that it would help keep them warm if they had some more hay during the night. My husband and my daughter were already in their pajamas. I had to go it on my own.
I took a lantern and opened the back door into the darkness. A cold gust almost ripped it out of my hand. I was practically blown to the garage where I store the hay. The wind was roaring, and tree branches were creaking loudly like they were going to come crashing down any second.
I didn’t allow myself to think of anything except the task at hand. I grabbed the hay and clutching it to me, I doubled over and pushed against the wind to the barn. As soon as the lantern illuminated the area, I saw that the loud crash had been made when the pipe gate on the front corral blew open. I don’t know how the metal clip I use to secure the chain came undone. Anyone, animal or human, could come right into the corral and up to the front doors of the stalls. And either horse could conceivably break down the door and get loose in the entire yard. Needless to say, I was glad I came out to check on what was going on.
More important, the horses were very happy to see me. They were nervously sticking their heads out as I approached. I was very calm and cheerful, talking to them and petting them as I offered the hay. I could feel them settle down instantly. I secured the gate so it couldn’t blow open again and checked all the other doors and gates. With an enormous sense of relief, I headed back to the house.
Once inside, by the glow of my fireplace, I marveled at what I had just done. Not once had I been afraid that something scary would jump out and “get me”. All I thought about was how it’s my duty to help Silk and Siete feel safe. In doing so, I had conquered a lifelong fear of my own.