Category: Prose

In Praise of Simplicity

When I was in my late twenties, I became fascinated by the art of Dressage. Honestly? I am still fascinated. Back then, however, the trouble was that I wasn’t a very talented technical rider. And I was on an unconventional horse for dressage; a…

Release and Relief

I think we learn and go through life much like a pendulum; we swing all the way to one side and then we swing the opposite way before realizing that the middle is where balance and skill lie. When we begin learning about horses,…

The More You Learn, The More You See

When Rusty arrived, his eyes were as hard as his muscles.  He had rain rot from withers to tail and large old white scars on his back where someone had ridden in a saddle that didn’t fit. I chalked up his disinterest in his…

Firm Resolve, Gentle Approach

The little paint mare stood trembling at the end of the longest lead rope I could find that day. The July morning had dawned hot and we were both sweating in the middle of her paddock, though the cause of her agitation was probably…

Where’s Your Line

        I have a little puzzle for you: How would you make this line shorter? ____________________________ Erase it?  Cut it in half? Scribble on it?   “It’s time you realized that you have something in you more powerful and miraculous than…

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