The Energy of Empathy
The small but sturdy paint mare stood stock still in the cross ties. Her breathing was somewhat shallow, her eyes and ears wary. The girl…
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Training & Trusting
He almost always whinnies as soon as he sees me come into view. Sometimes it is an acknowledgement, a greeting. Sometimes an expectant call…
Magic and Horses
The things that I remember the most clearly about my childhood are my relationship with animals and my relationship with magic. We had no neighbors…
To Love a Horse
Like any other day, I opened my eyes and re-oriented myself to the world around me. I felt my breath come and go in regular…
Recipes for Living: Accepting Discomfort
It’s early morning and the horses are huddled together in the corner of their field. The sky suddenly releases a downpour of late spring rain,…
On Being Ready
What was I thinking? I wasn’t ready to have a horse. My life wasn’t on track the way I’d planned. I wasn’t sure what I…
