There’s a saying in the Boating World – The two happiest days of a boaters life is the day he buys it and the day he sells it.

I think that can go for a lot of things in this life if you really think about it.

Sometimes it even applies to acquiring horses.  I’ve had horses that have come off the truck and the anticipation of what’s to come is so exciting.  That is until the horse drop kicks you into the next county.  Then the day comes when you hand over the lead line to someone else and breathe a sigh of relief.

I’ve talked in previous posts about when it is time to let go, but it’s not always that easy, especially with big expensive show horses.  When you drop $60,000.00 on a horse you really don’t want to sell him for a dollar three eighty.  (Just an expression left over from the 60’s.)  But seriously no one wants to lose that kind of money on a horse.

The expression of “Let the buyer beware” had to come from the horse trading industry.

When you have a pre-purchase exam done by your vet, he is supposed to tell you what his findings are.  It is not his job to tell you to buy the horse or not.  Of course you must tell him in advanced what you are planning to use the horse for.  There are a lot of issues that will cause problems with certain disciplines but not others.  If you have a horse with side bones you wouldn’t want to barrel race him, but trail riding or going in a straight line in flat work won’t bother him a bit.  That being said not all vets disclose the whole truth. Then it becomes an oops, it should have been in my report.  However, it never fails to show up in the next vets report when you are trying to sell him.  Funny how that works.

Sometimes you need to drop your price just to send him on his way.  If you hold on to him trying to get your money back, you must remember that you are going to continue putting money into him until he is sold.

The only way for someone to make money on a horse is to find it for a person and sell it before it even hits your property.  Once that horse touches down on you land, you’ve already lost money.

Remember, a horse is only worth what someone is willing to pay for him.

“The Only Horse You Can Trust, Is The One That Trusts You”

I had started a post on that quote when I first heard it, but I dumped it.  It became a very big teaching lesson on how to get a horse to trust you.  In trying to explain how I do it, I thought that this is a law suit waiting to happen, but I do want to talk about how important trust is.  I know I’ve spoken on this before, but it is so important I’m going to do it again.

Trust has to be a mutual thing.  It’s elusive with some horses.  Why should they trust you?  Have you given them reason to believe that you are trustworthy?  Oh sure you feed them, groom them, ride them, but seriously, why should they trust you?  Their natural instinct is fight or flight.  We all know that.  We probably experienced it several times. How do you override something that is hardwired into their brain.

It’s not easy, and it doesn’t happen overnight.  It takes work and patience.

First you must be confident in yourself.  They will sense if you are truly confident or trying to fake it.  You can’t fool them.

Then you must show them that you will take care of them.  Once again if you are hesitant they will feel that.

You must keep their focus on you, and not the scary situation or object.

If you make a big deal about it, they will make a big deal about it.

Never rush things.  If you only have a short amount of time, either don’t start something or make it a short lesson and always reward progress.

Don’t ask for the world, just one step at a time.

If they falter go back to something that was successful and praise them.

Always quit on a positive note.

A lot of times we don’t know what happened in their previous life, but we can usually overcome whatever it was, if they believe that we will take care of them, and keep them safe.

The only thing we must remember is to make sure there is no underlying health issue involved.  If they have bad sight, it can create a problem.  With this said; I’ve seen blind horses, who in trusting their riders, do amazing things.

If that trust and bond is there, there is nothing the two of you can’t do.

If you believe in yourself, he will follow.

I read a quote a couple of weeks ago.  It instantly grabbed me.  Sometimes they do, and sometimes I think “What are they thinking!!?.”  So I thought I’d list some of my favorites. Before I started this I decided I’d Google “Famous Quotes”.  Needless to say, I was amazed.  They had a quote by Abraham Lincoln about the Internet.  Seriously!!!!  So I’m back to using my own brain, what’s left of it.

There are some old quotes by famous people like Abraham Lincoln, “America will never be destroyed from the outside.  If we falter and lose our freedom, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.” Winston Church Hill, “You have enemies?  Good.  That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.”   Franklin D. Roosevelt, “Only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”  General Douglas MacArthur, “I shall return.” but sometimes instead we quote Arnold Schwarzenegger, “I’ll be bock.”  Oh and one of my all time favorites is Scarlett O’Hara’s “After all tomorrow is another day.”  I tell myself that in the evening when I look at my list of things to do and find that I haven’t done most of them.  Mostly I quote the Bible. But horse quotes are really something I connect with.  I know I’ve posted some of my favorites in the past.  Here’s my new favorite.  “The only horse you can trust, is the one that trusts you.”  That is ever so true.  Think about it before you move on.

I’m going to give you a list of some I found.  There were a couple that really made me laugh, but I tried to keep this short and a little bit in the teaching sense.  Enjoy and ponder what they say.

Every time you ride, your either teaching or un-teaching your horse.  Gordon Wright  (I know I’ve written on this before.)

There are only two emotions that belong in the saddle; one is a sense of humor and the other is patience.  John Lyons

A stubborn horse walks behind you, an impatient horse walks in front of you, but a noble companion walks beside you.

Horse – If God made anything more beautiful, He kept it for Himself.

A horse doesn’t care how much you know until he knows how much you care.  Pat Parelli

A good rider can hear his horse speak to him.  A great rider can hear his horse whisper. But a bad rider won’t hear his horse even if it screams at him.

The Breath of Paradise is that which blows between the ears of a horse.  Arabic Quotation

The hardest thing about learning to ride is the ground.

The Art of Riding is to keep the horse between you and the ground.

Be wary of the horse with a sense of humor.  Pam Brown

Don’t look at a horse like an animal, look as if the horse is a real person.  Because a horse can tell the difference.

If you have seen nothing but the beauty of their markings and limbs, their true beauty is hidden from you.

Love is……Paying a $500.00 vet bill for a horse worth $50.00

And in closing –

Bread may feed my body, but my horse feeds my soul. – Arabian Poet

I recently had a lesson that was a “Sometimes Rider.”  The mother had so much on her plate that she just couldn’t get the child here on a regular basis.  She would schedule a lesson and then cancel at the last moment, or she would be an hour late.  This plays havoc with you daily schedule, but I loved the child and just rolled with it.

So what do you do?  The child loved coming but was at a standstill with her riding because of the weeks between lessons.  It’s very frustrating to the instructor.  The child just loved being on a horse and really didn’t care if she progressed.  After taking lessons for 3 months, it was actually like she had just ridden three times.  Learning to post and control her horse was a major challenge.  She really hadn’t ridden more than six times in those three months.  She wasn’t one of those natural riders, she was the type that would struggle, but I’ve had them before, and they stuck to it, and became wonderful riders.

So what is an instructor to do?  You really have two choices.  You either go with it, or tell them to find another instructor.  In going with it you need to set rules, and stick with them, as best you can.  Or you can walk away and never know what could have been.

There is another type of “Sometimes Rider.”  Us, yes us.  I’m finding myself to be one of them.  Everyday I look at my horse and say, I’ll ride you tomorrow, I promise.  Zoey used to believe me, now she just goes back to eating and I can see that she doesn’t believe me at all.  My neighbor asked me yesterday if I get to ride much, and I had to be honest and say no.  I now spend more time taking care of the horses and the property and less time riding.  But actually that’s been the story between Zoey and me her whole life.  When she was young, I was breaking and training other people’s horses.  they were paying me and there was a time frame that it had to be done in, so they got first attention.  Zoey makes me pay now by being obnoxious.  She knows her stuff and knows what I want but she makes me work to get it.  It’s a game, and I don’t blame her.  I blame me.  She can be good as gold, or a total brat.

But once again I’ll tell her, we’re going to ride tomorrow, and truthfully, I do believe it.  That is until tomorrow comes and all hell breaks loose.  Why does everything else take preference in my life now?  Possibly because I allow it.  When we were hunting, they had to be fit.  Heat or no heat I was out there early in the morning getting her ready for the season and keeping her fit through out.

We cheat our horses by not being consistent.  It’s like going to the gym, working out, overdoing it, and paying for it for the next three days.  They can’t tell you the next day that they need Advil, although their bodies may show it, if you look.

The fall is here and the beautiful weather is either with you.  Don’t be a “Sometimes Rider.”

Now if I can just listen to my own advice.

We’ll ride tomorrow Zoey, I promise.

When I was a teenager, back in the Ice Age, I spent every possible moment at the National Horse Show at Madison Square Garden in New York City.  Every evening, some mornings, and sometimes all day.  I loved the smell, the excitement, the most beautiful horses and the top riders of the 60’s.  I loved standing by the ring next to the jumps watching the take-offs and the flights.  At the old Madison Square Garden you could do that.  You could go down to the stable area and speak with the riders.  My fondest memory was talking with my idol Bill Steinkraus.  What a dear sweet man to take the time to speak with a bunch of silly teenagers.

While I watched I always noticed that the horses seemed to have trouble with the yellow and white jumps.  Going to other shows in the Tri-State area I noticed the same thing.  Always the yellow and white jumps.  I brought this up one time when I was speaking with knowledgeable horsemen, and they insisted that horses were color blind and it was just a coincidence.  Everything I read back then supported the view that horses were color blind, but I just couldn’t buy into that.  Several years ago I read an article that said they found out that horses can see colors.  Really?!!!  I could have told them that in the 60’s.  They didn’t have to do all this expensive research to prove that.  They don’t see the wide range of colors that we see, but they sure do see yellow and white.  Plus they see other colors too.

Well once again research has proved me right.  About time they caught up with me.  I’m not by any means a rocket scientist, but I do have common sense.  Or good old “Horse Sense.”  The article was in Equus and the title was “What Your Horse Wants You To Know About Nosebands.”  Years ago when people started using dropped nosebands I didn’t like it.  Horses looked agitated.  Then Figure Eight nosebands became popular.  Now people didn’t even know what the purpose was, it was just the new “in” thing and everyone thought they looked cool using one.  Then with Dressage becoming popular here in the U.S., Flash Nosebands started being used.  Now I do understand their reason behind all this stuff.  It’s just that it gets into inexperienced hands and becomes a danger to the horse.  And even people who do know what they are doing are not aware of the cause and effect it has on their horses.

I’ve seen horses that were being pushed to their limits and couldn’t get enough air because the noseband was not properly adjusted.  Nostrils flaring, eyes bulging, sweating, nerves frazzled.  Wait, sounds like me when I’m running late.

Well this study was done at Kandoo Equine in New South Wales and the University of Sydney.  “A noseband tight enough to immobilized a horse’s jaw can cause measurable stress, according to new research.”    Heart rates were recorded and their eye temperatures were measured via a thermal camera every minute.  “The eye is often called the window to the brain.”  Interesting article, try to read the whole thing if you can.  It measures the amount of stress the horse experiences when the noseband is tightened.

Quote – “Activation of the nervous tissues, including the brain, is associated with increased blood supply, and so, in essence, the eye gives off heat when the nervous system is challenged.”

I will quote the last paragraph. – “These findings, says Fenner, raise questions about a practice commonly seen at horse shows.  “On ethical grounds.” the paper concludes, “the use of relentless pressure to eliminate oral behaviors in pursuit of a competitive advantage may be difficult to justify.”

Then we wonder why our horses misbehave, and have ulcers.

It never ceases to amaze me at what people will do to a horse for a $3.50 blue ribbon.  Soring their feet, broken tails, injected tails, tying their heads between their legs, or up to a beam, tightening a noseband.  I just saw a picture the other day of a horse with a piece of bale cord around his bottom jaw and it was tied to his neck so his jaw was just about touching his neck.  I would love to do these things to people who believe it’s alright.  Lets see how they respond.

Well that made me smile.

When I was a child my mother always said “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”  I still try to remember that.  It doesn’t always come to mind when I need it, but it’s still true.

There was the Golden Rule – “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

Then there are the Ten Commandments – I’m not going to list them.

Our society has abandoned all that is good and has gone to “Every man for himself” or “He who dies with the most toys wins.” (and it doesn’t matter how you acquire them.)  What happen to Honor Thy Mother and Father?  Nope, just blow them away.  What happened to Thou shalt not kill?  Have you seen the news?

The media, with regards to the candidates running for the Presidency, are making me crazy.  The candidates are mud-slinging like a bunch of 7 year olds, and the media is having a field day with it.  Grow-up you guys.  And the media, as far as it’s concerned, is just out to crab your attention and it has nothing to do with reporting the truth.  This nation is in trouble and all you can think about is bashing each other.  Just lay your plans on the table to get us out of this mess, and then let us decide.  However, if things go like in the past, nothing will be done about the promises made before the election.  I can only pray that this time it will be different.  The people have had it (me included), and we’re tired of seeing this great nation go down the toilet.  Okay, I’m off my soap box now.

I was reading an article in Riding Instructors Magazine.  The title is “The Seven Teachings.”  Some Native American people’s refer to it as “The Seven Teachings of the Grandfathers.”  I quote “They represent thought-provoking concepts of traditional teachings on how to live and work successfully in community.  Each teaching, each “gift,” is a tool to help us live by sound ethics and most importantly, with consideration for others, animals included.”  My mothers philosophy is shared as part of the Seven Teachings, and she didn’t know anything about it.

The Seven Teachings are -Truth, Love, Respect, Courage, Honesty, Humility, and Wisdom.  These teachings are meant to be used together.  You don’t use truth one day and then decide to use Humility the next.  The Bible teaches the Fruits of the Spirit, which are Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Goodness, Gentleness, Kindness, Faithfulness, and Self-Control.  Between the two teachings they pretty much cover everything that would lead us to a good, safe life, one we no longer have here.

Didi Arias wrote the article and uses this as an example.  Truth -“Does my horse make me look like a bad rider?”  Honesty – same question but with an answer “Does my horse make me look like a bad rider?”  “No, you are a bad rider.”  Kind of hard to swallow huh?  She goes on to say, that’s why all of them are used together.

So what would that look, like using all of them?  This is going to take some real thinking on my part.  Question – Does my horse make me look like a bad rider?  Truth – No your horse just shows your level of riding.  Honesty – There are things that you need to work on.  Love – I love your enthusiasm, and I’d love to help you.  Respect – I know I’ve had problems in that area, and sometimes they are difficult to over come.  It takes a lot of work.  Humility – It can be done, and I know that you can do it, because I did.  Courage –  It is not totally the horses fault.  It is rider error, but it can be fixed.  Wisdom – is “To be able to interpret the ideas and experiences of others.”  shown – I have been through this many times, and I will take the knowledge that I have been given, and after taking in your situation, I will help you get through this.

We are not always honest with ourselves, or others for that matter.  If someone asks you about what you think about a horse they are buying, do you tell them what they want to hear, or what you really think?  Now do you leave it at that and have them hate you either way?  Or do you explain (in love and honesty) why you feel the way you do?

Are you honest about your horse to yourself, or with your horse?  Sometimes our horses aren’t capable of doing what we ask, but we won’t admit it or believe it.  Sometimes we don’t know how to accomplish something, and we blame our horse for the mistake.

The article I read is mostly about us.  I’m turning it around to incorporate our relationship with our animals.  It’s a lot easier to put them on drugs, or get a stronger piece of equipment, instead of being honest about what is really going on, and seeking professional help.  We are living in the days of fast food and fast fixes.  Who in the long run, are we cheating?

Remember – Always speak the truth in love, but take an honest look at yourself first.

I was walking by the picture of my husband and his Clyde mare and this thought just kind of hit me.

Maggie (Clyde) passed away four years ago.  Before she died (of cancer) Bobby got on her one last time while she was in remission.  He had no business being on a horse.  At that time he had an aneurism that was in need of surgery and a back that was falling apart, but he wanted to ride her one last time.  They were both happy as clams, I was holding my breath.  Maggie had never hurt him in all the years they were hunting.  There was a true bond between them.

Toy, his Appendix Quarter Horse, died years before that.  They both loved to gallop wide open every chance they got.  He put Bobby in the hospital a couple of time, but it was rider error most of the time.  He truly loved both those horses.

Upon looking at that picture I thought – when Bobby gets to heaven and sees those two horses, which one will he want to ride most.  He had the surgery and his aneurism is fine now, and his back will be fine in heaven.  I’ll have to ask him.  I’m not sure that we will ride our horses again up there, but I think some of them will invite us to hop on.

So then I started thinking of all my horses that I have had over the years, and which one I would like to ride one more time.  My first response was my first mare.  I loved that horse so much.  I would like to ride her once more, as she would be sound again.  Then I thought about my first Quarter Horse that I enjoyed hunting so much, but then I thought about my soul mate Desert, whom I loved with all my heart.  I long to see them all again, but if I only got to choose one which one would it be?  I really believe that Desert would side pass up next to me and look over his shoulder and say hop on, lets “Fly” one more time.  He would always do that for me while he was with us. He’d side pass to me so I would get on bareback, no halter, just the two of us, just for the fun.  Quality time.  He was such a clown.

It’s a whimsical thought, but it causes me to smile.  I long to see them all again. To touch them once more.  Young, healthy, sound, flying around with tails flagging.

If you’re going to dream, dream big. Who would you choose, and who do you think would invite you?

Dreams are free, and smiles are a bonus.

(By the way, Bobby chose Maggie and I know Nancy will choose Honnee)

As we get older we’re supposed to get wiser.  Okay I’m there in the older part, but the wiser, I’m not so sure of.  And if I really am wiser – it stinks.  Very depressing.

Part of me accepts the being a “Senior Citizen”, especially when I go to Taco Bell and get the Senior drink for free, or get my Social Security check.  I can say things to my grandchildren and they look at me and accept it because I’m old, and old people say stuff like that.

I’m still very active and unload fifteen bags or more of grain with no problem.  I don’t feel like a person who is about to turn 69.  I feel around 50.  So what’s the problem you ask?  Well I’ll tell you a little story.

I went riding with several friends close to my age (but I was the oldest).  For the most part it went well.  The young Thoroughbred my one friend was riding started to act like he wanted to play.  Typical of a young horse with those wahoo blood lines.  She used sound judgement and got off.  She’d broken her back in the last few years and it was a wise decision on her part.  But my old “I can take care of this” attitude cropped up in my head.  All I needed to do was ride him through this, and he’d be fine.  But that little voice on my other shoulder said “What are you thinking?!!!  With your osteoporosis in your spine?  Are you nuts?”  So I choked down my “I’ll do it!” response, and bit my tongue.  Well it hurt (my feelings, not my tongue) and it bothered me.  I knew I could do it.  I’d done it so many times over so many years, but I’m almost 69 now (two months and counting), and if I get hurt who will take care of all my animals.  Bob certainly can’t do it anymore.  But I can do it, I thought, I can push him through this.  I love to do this kind of stuff, I thought.  I’m not that old, I thought.  But the sad thing is, I am.

Boy does all that stuff going on in your head bother you.  It’s like putting another nail in the coffin.  I’m old, sniff, sniff.  It’s the end, sniff, sniff.  I can’t break and train babies anymore, sniff, sniff.  So my trusty psycho horse Zoey thought she’d cheer up her old mom on the way home.  Prancing and dancing, leaping in the air, a little half rear with a hop.  Aires above ground, a roll back, yup she’d make mom feel better about herself.  Hang on to your support hose lady you’re in for a ride.  Five minutes ago we were walking on a dropped rein, totally relaxed, but then again that’s been Zoey’s M.O. since she was a baby.  When I was breaking her you could feel her gathering up.  You could feel her muscles tighten and were just waiting for her to explode.  Well she never did.  She’d take a deep breath, relax all her muscles, and when you relaxed, she’d bolt.  For sixteen years she’s never done anything when she was as tight as a rubber band, but let her relax and all hell would break loose.  We put on a little bit of a show for the neighbor who was out weed whacking, (I hope he was impressed) and pranced on down the street to our front gate.  There putting on her encore performance as I went to open the gate, I wacked her with the crop and she went back to being the quiet Quarter Horse that she had been twenty minutes before.  I looked into her soft calm eyes and said “You’re a psycho Zoey, but your my psycho and I love you.”  She never bucked, she never has, and that little hint of a rear, she has never done before.  Oh boy, something else to look forward to.  Add this to her list of dance moves.

I was telling my girlfriend that this was the real Zoey, not the quiet one that she has ridden at the farm.

As I thought about it later, Zoey showed me that nothing has changed.  That I can still ride the crazies just like the old days.  Nothing has really changed except the fact that I am wiser now.

It’s one thing to ride out an outburst on a horse that you know all her moves.  It’s another thing to ride a horse that you don’t know what he is going to throw at you.  Years ago the other horse would have been fun and a challenge.  Now I’ll just stick with the psycho I raised from a baby and will grow old with.

I don’t feel as old as I did leaving my friend’s house and her horse, I just feel a lot smarter.  I would never want a perfect, pushbutton horse.  Where’s the challenge to improve or progress (or remind yourself that you’re not pushing up daisy’s yet)?  It’s the tough horses that make better riders, and if they never push the envelope you never become more experienced.

When does that age hit for you?  I don’t know.  Only you can make that decision.  Make a wise choice grasshopper, the ground is not as forgiving when you’re pushing seventy.

Thank you all for your encouragement.  I’ve thought about not writing anymore, that it really didn’t matter.  That I really didn’t have anything important to say, but you all prove me wrong in my thinking.  Some are long time friends, some I have never met.  Even if I only touch one or two with my thoughts, I’ve accomplished my goal.  I’m not out to change the world, just connect with one person at a time.

I’m computer challenged and that goes for Facebook too.  My friend challenged me to post a Bible verse everyday for 8 days.  Well my intentions were good but I didn’t know how to copy and paste so I just wrote it on her post.  That’s not how it was supposed to work.  I usually just repost things my friends send me on Facebook.  I get Likes and comments back.  What I repost are usually horse related, or just cute things that make you smile.

Yesterday I reposted one from my neighbor.  It was simple.  Just the face of a horse with a bridle.  I have never had so many personal comments sent back to me on how this simple, one sentence post, touched them.  I’ll post it here and then tell you about the notes I received back from my friends.

With the face of a horse in the background    –   “What if I fall?”  “Oh but my darling, What if you fly?”

So many people wrote back telling me of their memories of horses that have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge, that gave them the sense of flying.  The freedom they experienced.  Many of the horses they told about I remembered.  Some I never knew.  Some were jumpers, some barrel raced,  some just galloped across the ground.  But each gave them the feeling of oneness, of flight.

I remembered the first time I jumped, I was hooked.  Then the first time I Fox Hunted, sign me up.  I wanted to do that for the rest of my life.  Just gallop and jump myself into oblivion.  The first time I galloped wide open for miles on a coyote run, just myself and the Huntsman.  The adrenalin rush that can’t be explained.  You felt like your horse had wings, his feet never touched the ground.

Have you ever had this experience?  The horse inviting you in his dance?  The two of you becoming one?  That one special horse that you will never forget and will always be apart of your soul?

Yes, with horses, there is always the chance that you will fall, but there is a greater chance that you will “Fly”.  Seize the moment, enjoy the experience, you will never be the same.

Trust me.

With all the insanity of the up coming election, people are taking stands for both sides, and the discussions are getting heated.  One candidate promises Sunshine, Lollipops, and Roses.  The other sends the message that we are done with this and we’re taking America back.  I love the thought of Camelot and everything will be beautiful, but I myself have a habit of laying all my cards on the table and being ready to come out fighting.  Gets me in trouble often, but everyone always knows what I am thinking, and what I’m going to do about it.

I saw a picture of my friend Nancy the other day.  She was sitting on her horse and had the biggest smile.  That’s how I remember her when we hunting together, and practicing for hunt teams.  It brought me to thinking of the past.

As a child of the 50’s I always remember people talking about the “American Dream.”  A little house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, a Collie running in the front yard, and a station wagon in the driveway.  Kids played out side with their friends until the street lights came on, Dad went to work and mom stayed home and baked cookies.  My childhood wasn’t quite that way, but it was secure and comfortable.

Our world has turned upside down.  All of that American Dream has faded from existence, but there is one thing in our lives that remains the same – Our Horses.  Oh yes there are days we go to the barn and they are full of lumps, bumps, cuts, swollen legs, eye lids hanging off, but they are there, and they are happy to see us.  We can venture back in time to our quiet place.  Their touch, the smell, the ears that move back and forth, bring us into a world that doesn’t exist outside the barn.  We become grounded and secure again.  Nothing away from that place can harm us, at that moment.  Some people escape into the story of a romance novel.  We, as horse people escape into the existence of our horse.

Sometimes we bring the days worries and stresses to the barn with us, but usually by the time we leave, we are calm and stress free again.  We are ready to go out and face our giants.  The saying “My Horse Is My Therapist” is oh so true.  Horses don’t say a whole lot, but they listen and give us a sense of balance in our lives once more.

They always say you can’t go home again, and usually they are right.  BUT, we can go to the barn, put our arms around our horses neck, and get the reassurance again that everything will be just fine, as long as we can reach out and touch them.

We are a blessed group of people, we have horses to keep us in touch with God’s creation, which grounds us.  We as horse people, we know what Camelot truly is.

(Camelot – a place where truth, goodness, and beauty reigns there.)