A Panic Room Or A Personal Haven?
How can being older feel like an unfamiliar experience? Awake every step of the way, but we seem lost and...
Intuition, Trust, and Horse Training
I'm thinking about trusting intuition. Or even recognizing intuition. Or comprehending trust, for that matter. Those words are made of...
False Spring and the Dying Gasp of Winter
Have you been hibernating? It's a smart choice, but time to wake up. The geese are back. I've been courting...
The January Manure Wars
I like to use farm implements for a couple of years after they first break down because I'm frugal. Think...
When Horses Ask For Help
She is a woman of a certain age. A retired wildlife biologist who wears Crocs when weather permits, and muck...
Calming Signals: Haunted by a Black Cat in a Pink Dress.
I was taking the trash out to the dumpster in the alley. As I reached the back gate, I saw...
The Pendulum of Change Doth Swing. I’ll Be In the Barn.
It started snowing the night before last and snowed all yesterday. The wind speed was higher than the temperature. That...
Halloween: Twenty-Five Years on This Farm
It's a special day here on Infinity Farm. I signed loan papers on this property on the last day of...
The Art of Un-Training a Horse
The first video is of a Mustang, proud and breathtakingly beautiful. He's a burnished smoky buckskin, with a...
Grumbling and Stumbling Toward Change
I'm coming up on the anniversary of moving to my farm twenty-five years ago. It coincides with my dysfunctional affair...
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