Weather Amnesia -A Time Change Rage.
This poem was actually not written by Dylan Thomas at all, but rather his riding instructor.
This poem was actually not written by Dylan Thomas at all, but rather his riding instructor.
Descent means ‘a way down’ and it is how we learn to ride. Our information and learning trickles down from the horse. In the beginning, it can seem like our job to train them and too many riders get lost trying to make their horses work by being adversarial–you can land at the bottom. Eventually … Read more
How can you tell your horse is going through menopause?
What a strange idea for the photo challenge. Except for the fact I’ve been throwing ideas around for a book cover. You see, I’ve been working on a manuscript for a book for the last 18 months. I am finishing the final edit right now. It has been a huge undertaking and as I near … Read more
These late October days are golden–sweet and rich, and as temporary as a long, crisp leaf. The sun is slow to rise and dawdles while setting over Pikes Peak. The clouds hold onto its colorful tail, long after the sun is gone. The horses and I want to languish on the tight wire between Indian … Read more
Refraction happens when a light bounces from one thing to another like a pinball. Instead of twanging noise, the light gets softer than sun, it’s bounced and sprinkled and spread thin so that when we see it through the filter of our own eyes, there’s a sweetness between the glare and the shadow. When light … Read more
No where in this assessment is there any mention of the horses psychological condition. It’s like ignoring everyone in a mental health facility who is a healthy weight.
Being Dreamy is the quality of being slightly unstuck somewhere between the harsh light of day and soft pure uncolored sleep. It’s a place of refuge where doubters are silent and limitations are vague. Just the way I like ’em. *** “She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him … Read more
Leafa Numbers was my paternal grandmother. We had a chat this week. She was born in 1888 in a sod shanty in Kansas. A graduate student doing research about the pioneers who settled North Dakota interviewed some nursing home residents in 1976. I got a tape of my grandmother’s interview back then and my cassette … Read more
Sign Translation: Storm coming! (Sorry for the blurry -Edgar Rice Burro moves quicker than you think.) Anna Blake, Infinity Farm. WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo- I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. My photos are taken with my phone, on … Read more