I have started spending a few minutes each night sitting in Chance's paddock in the
dark. Sometimes I close my eyes and just listen to the horses eat. It is so peaceful,
a nice way to end the day.
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About Me
The Horsewoman's Prayer
Dearest God in Heaven,
Give me the strength to guide my horse, make my hands soft and my head clear. Let my horse understand me and I him. My heart you have blessed with a special love of these animals, let me never lose sight of it. My soul you have gifted with a deep need for them, let that need never lessen.
Always let my breath catch as the sun gleams on an elegant head. Always let my throat tighten at the sound of a gentle nicker. Let the scent of fresh hay and a new bag of grain always be sweet to me. Let the warm touch of a soft nose on my hand always bring me a smile. I adore the joy of a warm day on the farm. The grace and spendor of a running horse, the thunder of it's hooves makes my eyes burn and my heart soar, let it always be so.
Grant me patience, for horses are harnessed wind and
wind can be flighty. Let me not frighten or harm them,
instead show me ways to understand them. When I pass from this world, send my soul to no heaven without them,
For this love you have given me graces my existence and
I shall cherish it, and praise You for it, for all time. Amen
Author Unknown
Dearest God in Heaven,
Give me the strength to guide my horse, make my hands soft and my head clear. Let my horse understand me and I him. My heart you have blessed with a special love of these animals, let me never lose sight of it. My soul you have gifted with a deep need for them, let that need never lessen.
Always let my breath catch as the sun gleams on an elegant head. Always let my throat tighten at the sound of a gentle nicker. Let the scent of fresh hay and a new bag of grain always be sweet to me. Let the warm touch of a soft nose on my hand always bring me a smile. I adore the joy of a warm day on the farm. The grace and spendor of a running horse, the thunder of it's hooves makes my eyes burn and my heart soar, let it always be so.
Grant me patience, for horses are harnessed wind and
wind can be flighty. Let me not frighten or harm them,
instead show me ways to understand them. When I pass from this world, send my soul to no heaven without them,
For this love you have given me graces my existence and
I shall cherish it, and praise You for it, for all time. Amen
Author Unknown
He knows when you're happy
He knows when you're comfortable
He knows when you're confident
And he always know when you have carrots.
~Author Unknown
He knows when you're comfortable
He knows when you're confident
And he always know when you have carrots.
~Author Unknown
"Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway".
by John Wayne
by John Wayne
Somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
~Stanley Harrison
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
~Stanley Harrison
1 comment:
My first reaction to reading this post is that it sounds like a poem. You could easily turn this into a Haiku!
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