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Horse Prayers. Available. No, Really.

Horse Prayers, Poems from the Prairie.  First there were hold-ups in the printing. Then distribution went sideways. There were lost...

Calming Signals and Sensitive Noses.

"But My Horse Asks Me to Maul His Nose." I had questions about my loudmouth party-pooper post last week where I...

No, Really. I Mean It. Horse Prayers is Available!

I used to be a real black and white thinker. Right or wrong.

Photo & Poem: Winter

  A night so frigid the snow stopped at midnight, the farm dark under thick clouds. He takes a shallow...

Calming Signals and Loving Your Horse

On any ordinary day of any year, we get so filled with emotion talking about a ghost horse that our...

Photo & Poem: Moonlit

The path north to the barn, icy mud slick with decomposing leaves, as a spent season slips away under the...

Calming Signals and Pressure.

Pressure. Even the Word Makes My Head Explode. Remember that circus old-time act with lions and tigers? We were supposed...

Travelblog NZ: The View From the Arena Middle

  Let me see. Where was I? Yes, having the time of my life at Equidays in New Zealand. On...

Photo & Poem: Soft

Hands go soft, give him his head. The red gelding wants to be braver than he is, shaking his neck...

Always Begging for Hay

Horses eat like a horse. They're designed to graze most of the day. I think horses worry about their next...

How to be Interesting and Mysterious

  Humans can be such dullish boors to horses. Not that we would ever actually admit that. Some of us...

Travelblog: Business Pajamas to New Zealand

To get to New Zealand from Colorado, it's usually a twenty-five or thirty-hour trip. The big hop in this flight,...

Photo & Poem: Ghost

  Her big sister won a contest, sharing breakfast with minor horse celebrities, so this shy red-haired girl with glasses...

Dismounting: How the Ride Ends

  You're riding a horse who has taken care of you for years. You're riding a young, greener-than-green horse. You're...

Photo & Poem: Respite

Caramel and blond, a mare as beautiful as she is wildly alert to every sound, brittle bravado searching for control...

Finding Your Horse's Sense of Humor.

His name is Normandy, but he goes by Norman at home. He's been here almost a year now; he belongs...

Photo & Poem: Other

  Stalking each other, the pale color of prairie straw, she should be a coyote but her tail has short...

Hindsight Argument for Affirmative Training

He was a huge gelding with obvious draft blood. I could see white all the way around his eye. It...

Photo & Poem: Scream

  Her crusty old body wobbles, too frail to run on uneven hooves, no energy to eat. Don’t call her...

Consistency in All the Right Places.

In the winter months, below-freezing mornings make for stiff joints and a cold bit; midday riding is the best. As...

Photo & Poem: Boundary

  Dim light elongates in the lavender dusk, boundaries soften to faded nuance. Barn horses bolt at an inaudible sound,...

Battlecry of the Gray Mare

Sun's up, I've thrown hay, and now I'm in the shower. My second-best thinking happens here because there's a window...

Photo & Poem: Unsettled

Unsettled in-between days, a musty fog slows the sunrise, flannel jacket zipped-up for early chores. The chill is a relief...

The Power of Yes

Ever noticed how easy it is to see the horse who's resistant? How easy it is to pick out the...

Photo & Poem: Dignity

If only she was more demure, that her words had come with a coy smile, eyes dropped to her sunken...

The Big Picture, Thank You.

  Horse people can be a little intense. Come to think of it, I can't say I've ever met anyone who...

Book Review:Horse Prayers by Anna Blake

Horse Prayers has landed! So grateful for this wonderful review from Anne, and she shared two of my favorite poems.

Photo & Poem: Sanctuary

Moving like a newborn, narrow body swaying on spindly legs, but stumbling on hooves so long that you must push...

A Problem With Grazing.

From a reader: The ideas and thinking presented in your blog have been hugely helpful in improving the time my horse...

Photo & Poem: Cold Front

A flannel barn shirt buttoned but resisting a jacket, feeling as uneasy as the horses, hay blown wide, flighty hooves...

Jack the Dog: Calming Signals and Anthropomorphism

Maybe there's a rule that if you have dogs long enough, you eventually end up with a terrier even if...

Photo & Poem: Counterfeit

  The herd stands close as the midday heat saturates the air, shadows black on the earth, their bodies held...

Photo & Poem: Counterfeit

  The herd stands close as the midday heat saturates the air, shadows black on the earth, their bodies held...

Riding From Behind

In my fantasy world, you've read about leading from behind and beyond, and tried it with your horse. It wasn't...

Photo & Poem: Beginnings

  Dream Horse He’s midnight black with steely eyes, on hooves so light they make no sound as he sails...

Leading from Behind, Part Two and Beyond

Leading from behind is an oxymoron like jumbo shrimp, but most things about working with horses are counter-intuitive for humans...

Photo & Poem: Calendar

Tufting the Corgi Do I need a sweater? The evening air has cooled thinner, the time on the clock doesn’t...

Leading from Behind, Part One.

Here's Norman, the new kid at the barn. He's a young Percheron-TB cross with pretty wonderful gaits and a sweet...

Photo & Poem: Beginning the Fall

  A heat so profound that horses were knocked back, sheltering all day in small shade, relief for the sparse...

Riding: If We Can’t Feel It, We Can’t Fix It.

    After the last blog, a friend/trainer thought legs should have been mentioned. Or as she put it, "'The...

Photo & Poem: Roots

  There was a single elm on the short path from the house to barn, its trunk no larger than...

Riding: Feeling Every Stride, From Our Inside

This is the recurring nightmare. You're on a twisted version of Dancing with the Stars. There are glaring lights and...

Travel Blog: Shall I Be Mother?

Say hello to Bruce. He is the spokesmodel for The 2018 Long Ears Tour, an unexpected title bestowed on my...

Photo & Poem: At a Writing Workshop

  At a Writing Workshop A dog stalks the sofa, gazing with one eye and then crossing his nose to...

The Middle Path: Negotiating Care With Busy Professionals

My advice: Find someone who gets along with donkeys.   A question from two readers: "We...

Horse Prayers Book Release July 5, 2018 (Yay!)

  Horse Prayers, Poems from the Prairie is available July 5th! The release of Horse Prayers, Poems from the Prairie,...

Photo & Poem: Surviving Vulnerability

  Dark eyes, older than her years, the horse’s shoulder shows damage, thick scars and a stilted gait, the opposite...

Self-Awareness Without Apology

We aren't kids anymore. That's the complaint. Riding seems easier in memory. When we were younger, riding was rose-colored and...

Travel Blog: Addressing the Vegetarian Haggis

  Distant Balmoral Edinburgh, Scotland. The first moments in a new country are never the best....

Photo & Poem: Say Her Name

  As you say her name, your voice drops deep, a tight raspy croak. Not haunted with loss, but shaken...

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