We thought having a horse would make everything perfect. It’s a dream most of us were born with; we were drawn to horses in some way that we can’t explain in polite words. We were a bit frightening to our mothers. We begin to lose whatever meager social skills we had for small talk … Read more
Self-criticism isn’t the same thing.
It was a perfect day. There were just enough clouds to soften the heat. The front gate didn’t open once all day long. No emergency vet calls. Best of all, I had some fence to repair. Perfect. There was still dew on the grass when I loaded up my yellow wagon with the t-post driver, post hole digger, … Read more
It isn’t the worst thing. Compassion requires a special kind of strength in the first place.