The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light. (Rom. 13;12, NIV) I…
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December 2015 I’ve been riding Tessie through her bucks and bolting for the last month’s worth of lessons. She’s telling me something but I’m not sure what, though yesterday when…
If everyday is Saturday for a retired person, how do you catch a break? How do you get a day off from the day off? Lately I’ve found myself bone…
I rode Tessie through fear the other day and kept thinking about the old lines by Percy Shelley, “Oh wild west wind, thou breath of autumn’s being” only this was early…
Shaman. That’s what I thought about Mark Russell. He may be laying his hands on the horses like any well trained body worker, adjusting horses where they are broken, but…
I walked into the barn to take pictures of Paladin for my post about riding a school master and to ride him again. It was cold. He’d just been shaved. It’s an…
On this Ash Wednesday, I couldn’t get these words out of my mind, or away from my step. “Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not…
When my trainer Amy came back from Florida, she banned Tessie from coming to her barn. There’s been an EHV-1 outbreak in the area, so no horses come into a…
May 7 or 8, 2015. Morgen itches–her neck, her rump, her spine, her udder. I’ve seen her poke her head through a fence in the middle of the paddock, when…
My perceptions are tinctured with fear, so let me tell you a story about a horse that scared me. Morgen arrived between snowstorms that were so bad I didn’t…