I watched Sedona's brightly colored figure dance across the alfalfa fields towards home, fully saddled and bridled, without me. The lyrics to the songs"Ready to Run", and "Cowgirls Don't Cry" flooded my brain. I kicked my boot into the dust and just had to shake my head in disappointment at the scenario. She'd dumped me. I landed on … Continue reading The Bucking Mare
It’s been just over a year since Connie died; my first horse, the horse of my dreams, my childhood horse. I felt like shunning horses away forever; something inside of me died. That was until this last July. My family helps temporarily house abused and starved horse cases in the town where I live. This … Continue reading What we forget about horses
I stepped into the Rocky Mountain for the first time since August of 2013 and took a deep breath. When I left last September, I had no clue when I’d be back again, a feeling I’m often faced with. Crisp air laced my lungs, it was pure and wonderful. In Phoenix that morning while waiting to board the … Continue reading Good Vibes in Colorado
O Friend! My friend! Our long ride is over. Chasing our mirage in the desert, we're nearly there, one last storm and we’re over the hill! You’ve fought hard for every battle. Your desert hooves have torn under those prairie skies and Rocky Mountain summer, you turned the Plains asunder. Winter loomed ahead and you … Continue reading O Friend! My Friend!
29. April 2011 Today is my last day “horse-sitting” in Germany. The three-week experience has fully finally dampened my longing for horses, riding, and animals. These horses gave me something to fuss over. It took about an hour each way to get out to the barn, plus a 10-minute hike up a steep hill. Not … Continue reading Leather Travels
We are flying together, covering ground. Huge lungs become mine, Hearts pounding together, we go. We’re one. Veins surging Hindquarters bunching Releasing. Muscles tighten Swirled masses of raw, power Tightly wrapped thick bones. Lurching forward Thin metal, held lightly in place Grips tiny nails, pounding the ground Muscles expand rapidly Rippling a roaring frame Front … Continue reading Flying
The wind howled against the windowpanes. His hooves pounded against her chest. Each step rattled the earth, shook her soul. He thundered up the hill, nostrils flared, Short, labored breath. They charged across powdery landscape. It moved with them. They were one, plowing through Snowdrifts and muddy cow-trails. Speckled brown and white, Fleabitten grey Fuzzy, coat … Continue reading The Storm Horse
I remember one of my favorite things about Shady Hollow was the nights that Laurel gave me a ride home in her little black and silver truck with the Navajo blanket draped over the bench seats. The seats were filled with horse hay and granola bar wrappers. I took these precious times to ask her … Continue reading Learning Soft Hands