My friend was tracing her Arabian’s family tree. She’d driven north of Denver to see her horse’s sire and ran into a pathetic spotted colt that somehow reminded her of me. I was a self-employed artist barely making my bills, my relationship was failing, and I had a list of personal quirks that were entirely … Read more
Long in the tooth, people say. Gray hairs dusting his temple, this gelding plays the part of good uncle, passers-by tickle his nose to show their familiarity, unaware of of the memory that kind of touch brings this stoic gelding who remembers too far back, too sad a time. Past his prime, people say. … Read more
I’m the sort of horse-person who hears about a castration and pops a cork for a toast all around. I celebrate the gelding, both the verb and the noun. I’ve known some great stallions, but it can be a hard lifestyle in this country. My home barn is filled with a majority of geldings, mine … Read more
For my Grandfather Horse.
Riders on the Sky
Close to the Edge
Look up to him? We all do.
Horses would benefit
if we loved them less
and respected them more.
___
It’s no surprise–my Happy Place is always with the herd. Here’s the Grandfather Horse. I’m hoping winter will be kind to him. I’ve been living in the shadow of this particular horse for almost three decades, not quite of half my life. And I’m not the only one. Anna Blake, Infinity Farm. (WordPress Photo Challenge … Read more
What if new was more of a state of mind than a date stamp. What if the opposite of new was not old, but instead boring. Would it make change, or the passing of time, any easier to embrace? Being new is one of the things I like best about horses. They never get boring, … Read more