Slave to the Animals

I often feel that I am a slave to the animals. A helpless victim of their calling. No matter where I think I may want to go with my life, or how I try to wander away, they always call me back.
Sometimes with a gentle nudge, other times with a harder push.
I remember when I realized in high school that horses were my calling. I was a smart student. Validictorian. Near perfect score on my ACT. I was certainly destined for med school or engineering, or some other smart-person lucrative career.
Nope. Not for me.
When I gave into the calling of the animals, I cried happy tears standing in the shower. There is nothing so moving as recognizing and embracing your life's calling.
For four years in a horsey college, I lived in complete bliss.
When I was newly married and my husband lost his job, I gave up my horsey job for a slightly higher-paying one working with children. While rewarding and an amazing step on my path, it was less than a year later that the perfect horsey job fell into my lap, paying twice as much as I'd made before.
The animals calling, again.
When I thought I might give up horses for good (after losing 5 in a row), Pogo appeared in my life, skin and bones. Do you want him back? his current owners asked (He had lived with me before.) Well, no, I don't, an emotionally-fatigued me thought; but, how could I refuse?
Open to horses again, Spice (the pony-love of my life) almost immediately followed.
Still, fresh out of graduate school with my MSW and fresh off the loss of my horses, I persisted in attempting to be hired as a therapist in the child-care field. No horses involved. Nope, nu-huh, no-how.
I interview great, and had excellent credentials, but didn't get a single position.
Until I happened across a clinical position on the other side of the state, listed on an equine therapy website. Whoops, sucked back in, again.
When I focused too much on the clinical aspect of my work, and lost site of the horses, my energy waned and became burnt. Feeling like I was crawling across a scorched dessert, parched for water, I cried out to the heavens: Please help! I am lost!
When the answer came to me, it shouldn't have been an apparation.
Horses, of course.
When I focused on them, it all came back to me. Animal Communication. Connecting with others on my same path. Delving back into equine therapy.
And so, here I am, on track again. Not master to the animals, but their humble servant. Following their call. Dutifully bringing them to my home when they call to me. Serving up what ever dishes they ask for. Providing for them to the best of my ability.
Or are the providing for me?
And here the tables turn.
For if they are my master, I now entrust myself to their care.
Universe, do you hear me? Animals?
I am employed by you, and hereby trust you to fulfill all of my needs. I know you will feed me as I have fed you. You will clothe me and house me and care for me. You will provide me with love and joy and guidance. As long as my work is for you, I know I will always have more than enough!
More than enough money. More than enough food. More than enough joy.
What a great master I serve!