I have owned horses all my life while residing in my beloved Kentucky home, but this beautiful creature, in the picture above was by far my absolute favorite. We found one another on a snowy February evening of 2009 in Knoxville, Tennessee and I can say without a doubt, that it was truly love at first sight. At the time I was in ninth grade and spent more time with my four legged friend than kids my own age, completely by choice of course. I don't know at what point Diesel went from being just a pet to a best friend, but it became a known fact that he was my world and the thought of parting with him was not even in the same orbit. We were the weekend warriors of trailing riding and exploring, not focusing on what was in front of us or behind us, blazing through life as it tried to drown us.
Exactly how I became known as “the pony lady", I’ll never know. It wasn’t my intention. They came at first as an occasional dribble, then a steady stream. Finally, like a river. A regular flood, of ponies….
Nothing bad had happened all day. The aged bay Arabian gelding tossed his shaggy, black mane and snuffled a deep, resonant sigh, the sort of whoosh an old horse expresses when his world is in complete order. The sun’s amiable rays had warmed his swayed back and bony withers all afternoon. He flared his nostrils, inhaled deep the Louisiana gulf breeze, fragrant with wisteria essence, and sighed again. Utter contentment. Blessed day.
Do you believe in magic? I work primarily with special needs animals,each one of them influencing my heart, and my walk on earth in this life. I absolutely know that the creatures who come into my life are ones that have chosen me specifically to gift me with there wisdom. They have touched my heart, and soul, and have allowed me to have the most beautiful dreams.
A year on from our first endurance ride together, Scout and I went to tackle our first 64km at the Dartmoor ride. Not only this, we were also riding for the Devon team in the Devon vs Cornwall challenge, I love a bit of competition.
What is an equestrian? This is a question I have been asked time and time again. The short answer: someone who rides horses. But to truly be an equestrian is so much more than that. It doesn't matter how long you may have been riding for, or how experienced you are, or what discipline you do. At it's core, being an equestrian is a mindset.
Tremaines Stables has been offering far more than just horse riding lessons for decades. Children from the age of three upwards learn how to care for horses and develop a bond with them as well as learning how to ride. Many of the kids who take lessons at the riding school today are the children or even grandchildren of former clients.
Well, I've been at the new job for over a month now. I have caught on and am performing well, according to my new boss. It's a challenge, learning something so broad, and serving such a wide range of clientele. I do my best, and at the end of the day, I come home feeling tired, but proud. I'm quite happy with my new lifestyle.
This photo was taken on a beautiful day in the beginning of May, 2015, in Angleton Texas, at the original Rowdy Girl Sanctuary. I had just flown in from Uruguay where my Mother and Brother and I had moved for a fresh start in life, after cancer had claimed the life of my Father and we had brushed with death ourselves in the later stages of neurological Lyme disease. I had recently survived an intensely abusive relationship and had found my voice in the animal rights movement, speaking up for the voiceless. I had seen a photo of this amazing woman who was to me, like a mystical unicorn among normal human mortals. Her name is Renee, and after reading her story, I had to go to her and help her cause as soon as conditions permitted. When I arrived, there were around thirty cows, four horses, and a few other fortunate animals. I spent an hour with this unbelievably beautiful horse, who I called “the Bowie horse” for having one blue eye, and one brown one, who would’ve been slaughtered if not for the heart work of Renee and her husband Tommy. This is one of a few photos I took with my ancient little iPhone 5 of our profoundly meaningful first meeting. He and I stood motionless with our foreheads touching, and I could clearly discern the depth of his wisdom, the beauty of his Soul. He told me of countless things and knew I could hear everything he shared. In the photograph, much later I realized the whole sanctuary lay visible, reflected in his other-worldly eye. There, in his curiosly shaped iris, is visible the now famous red trailer, which was once used to transport baby calves to the sale barn and ultimately, to merciless slaughter. Renee wrote a song about the red trailer, and how it would never be used to steal babies from their grieving Mothers ever again. This photo I chose among many many others for its sublime beauty and for the poignant message it will always serve to carry to all Truth seeking Souls in the history of Animal Liberation. It is by far, the most important one in a time when the Earth is screaming for our stewardship and care through every single one of her inhabitants, every one of our hearts. I fancy myself a skilled “iPhone artist” and believe in creating quality works using whatever tools one has. My trusty little phone has served me well in this endeavor and it continues to be my favorite tool for capturing life’s experiences, lessons, and stunning images.
It is easy to escape into nature within the beautiful state of Adelaide in Australia. You will find a large number of people enjoying cycling and hiking throughout the countryside. However, one activity which is likely to be a lot more fun than the above is horse riding Adelaide. To find them, all you need to do is escape from the city’s traffic jams.
Horses aren't just a hobby, they are a lifestyle. Whatever it is that we do with them, they dominate our lives. Knowledge of our equine companions is passed down from generation to generation, with more knowledge added all the time. Sometimes, though, it's just fun to learn some equine trivia. Do you know all of the facts on our list?
This morning a misty drizzle was blowing across the New Forest. It never seemed to land anywhere as it swept relentlessly and horizontally across the countryside.