Explore the transformative role of horses throughout human history; equines were instrumental in the spread of agriculture, language, culture, technology and more.
A Heart for Horses
The benevolence for and keen curiosity of animals that Lilly has continues to be one of her most defining characteristics at just 18 months old. Most notably, her little heart is full of a big love for horses. This toddler girl has a passion for all things pony. When it's quiet, I can often find her cheerily pretending with her play stables and horse figurines or delighting wholeheartedly at every horse picture in our books. Other days, she wants to ride and race on her wooden rocking horse, and whinny, bray and neigh the day away. I truly have a teeny tiny equestrian enthusiast.
The Dumbest Hobby, Really
I wasn’t sure if I was breathlessly sobbing because of the ongoing pain of my broken collarbone and ribs, I was giving up my horse, or both. Ruby, my adorable but stubborn grey Arabian “dream horse” was going back to her breeder, and three years of hard work, time and money were going back with her. Horses are a stupid hobby, really.
A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses
Part 2 Fifty percent of finding a solution is in first defining the problem. Without correctly defining what the problem might be, there is not a chance in Hell it will be solved!
Letting Her Go
Breathe. It’s okay. I have to let her go. It was all I could say to keep my eyes from filling up with tears that morning. I had contemplated not going at all, wondering if it would just be better if I stayed home than witnessing what I had been dreading for weeks. But bravely, I stepped forward into the morning sunshine, observing my nervous thoughts as my thick muck boots hit against the road below me. It was a short walk to the old barn, mainly uphill but I was happy to have some time to think before the moment I knew was coming. Reaching my hand inside my jean pocket, I could feel two peppermints wrapped carefully inside. It was her favorite treat and today, I wanted to make sure I gave her one, one last time. I thought of the many moments when I had talked to her, stroking her forehead with my hand as she simply listened. She always listened. She was a calm and gentle mare, but somewhere deep inside her aged heart was still a locker full of firecrackers and passion. She would suddenly in a moment of peace display more strength and spunk than anyone ever thought she could at her age, but I loved that about her. My trainer called it disobedience and tried to force the 26 year old to follow orders every moment. But Misty hardly listened. And I never blamed her. She had lived a long life. Her white hairs were beginning to blossom around her eyes and a few strands of grey were becoming more visible down her flowing tail. She had foaled a child and been a mother. But she had been a friend and a teacher to me in numerous ways.
A Barn and a Gray Mare
A story should have a beginning, a middle, and ultimately an end. I never wanted our story to end. I knew was coming and dreaded it every day. Now our story ended almost three years ago. I feel as if it is all just a bad dream. I miss her, my best friend. My shelter from the storm, my rock, my sanctuary. Our story began when I was only 14. My dad bought her for my 15th birthday. He never anticipated that a birthday present would save my life. A $2500 horse not specially bred, just a breeding stock paint, a simple Gray 4-year-old mare would end up saving my life. She is just a horse. Just a horse named Sunfish.
I Think I Need a New Helmet
The horse under me leaped into the air, then took off in a galloping blind fear toward the wooden rail fence on the opposite side of the arena. I clung on, grasping the reins, trying to turn the gelding and stop the impending wreck, but he was turned only by the unmoving fence. I flew over his shoulder as he dug into the dirt with his heels and slid forward. I hit the rails with my head and crashed to the sand, seeing only thrashing hooves above me, which I twisted my body desperately to avoid, trying to crawl quickly out of the way. At least he tried to avoid me in his scrambling as he got himself turned around, so he could keep bucking riderless to the other nd of the arena where he finally stopped.
How to Train a Horse
If you want to learn how to effectively train a horse, you need to invest in this professional career, you should know some of the main challenges that will come your way and how to overcome them. Determination and understanding that, at the beginning of the career, a trainer does not earn well due to the practice of handling horses.
To run with the wild horses
The first time I got on a horse, I was ready to turn around, flee the scene, and pretend nothing had ever happened. Willingly stepping out of your comfort zone can be challenging for many of us, so for my twelve-year-old, introverted self, you can imagine it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.
Life of Sid
I decided I should go into a little deeper detail about my heart horse Sidney aka Sid. She was my first ever horse which made her extremely special. She's not the first horse I had the pleasure of working with however she was one I could call my own. Here's her back story. Sid was born on a nowhere farm from a Morgan stallion to a Paint mare. I do not know their names but I wish I did. By the age of 2 she had been sold to a man who had plans to "break" her. Now most horse people you speak with they shudder at the true term of breaking. To break a horse is to break its soul.
Horses and Inner Peace
Horses have always been a way for me to stay grounded. They're very special animals. They don't have a facade or a fake front like a lot of people do. They can read you and determine how you're feeling, and then adjust accordingly. They can teach you so many different things other than horsemanship skills. Even teach you more about yourself that you didn't know.
A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses
LaLa Madame Blu “Blu” is my mirror. She is the equine version of me, so I intend to rise to her level. In order to do that, I will continue to hold the mirror up to myself – look deeply at my reflection, and meet the challenges presented.
Horses: A Passion Left Untamed
Ever since I was young, horses have always been the center of my life. I collected toys and figurines as a child; then at the age of 9 I was finally able to start my equestrian journey. It didn't matter what I was doing with them, I was just grateful to be there. From the ponies to the draft horses, they all had a special place in my heart from the moment I laid eyes on them. They frightened me, they scared me, they made me proud of myself, there was no end to what could happen with them; good or bad.