My last post was in August! Where does the time go? I have since landed a full time job, and am still chipping away at my degree. I write papers these days...and hardly think I have time to blog...well, I may start to find the time. It's a great place to meander and meditate. I will write down excerpts from a paper I did on Buster.
I still make time for Buster, but have had to relegate my time with him on Sundays. This is my first winter riding him. And I gotta tell you, I need better socks! My toes get numb when it goes below 35 degrees...
He is such a loving presence. I feel a sense of peace when I'm with him. The whole world melts away. Perhaps it's because I don't have to perform with him. I don't have to come up with answers, I just get to be.
I am thankful for him in my life.
When allowed to exist in a relatively stress free environment, a horse’s mind is literally swirling with the nuance common in creative geniuses. Just by associating with their equine partners, riders can tap into this stream as well”.
–Linda Kohanov, “The Tao of Equus”
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Like many women, I started my love affair with horses when I was very young. Their beauty and grace mesmerized me. I read every novel the library had that starred a horse in a leading role. Books like Black Beauty by Anna Sewell, The Black Stallion by Walter Farley, and My Friend Flika by Mary O’Hara stirred the fire within me to have a horse. At the time, we lived in the bustling suburb of Anaheim, California. My father was a pastor, my mom a stay at home mother, with five mouths to feed. I knew it was an impossible dream. But as impossible dreams sometimes do become reality, we moved to 15 acres on the Oak Creek in Cornville, Arizona in my early teen years. I was finally able to have a horse, for a short time however.