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Showing posts with label horses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horses. Show all posts

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Distraction

The rains pouring down, beating against the weak sides of my little house.  The dripping in the window sill so loud I think it's leaking.  The already saturated ground can hold no more, the water pools and runs downhill.  It was snowing just yesterday.  It seems my awful luck has struck again.  The weather has been beautiful during the weekdays, and wintery and dismal on the weekends.  Between school and work I'm stuck inside Monday-Friday.  The weekends are mine though.  Unfortunately this weekend I had too much homework to catch up on and I didn't get my usual weekend pleasure.  I doubt my ponies mind much, they must feel like they've hit the jackpot.  They haven't had to work in a week and they get to eat all day long.  I did get my newly acquired first edition of Nerve by Dick Francis read though, so it hasn't been a complete loss.  Reading about riding is almost as good as riding right?  Especially when it's the high-stakes game of steeple-chasing?

I sit here taking pleasure in the sound of the rain hitting my window and clicking of the keys as I type.  So much reading to do; investment analysis, enterprise analysis, the cost of environmental services in South America.  I think my window sill really is leaking.  I've been couped up all day and I'm finding it very hard to concentrate.  My black dog lays contentedly alongside my computer.  His long hair obscuring the side of my screen.

Only 3 more weeks until Spring Break and only 11 weeks after that until I graduate.  This is my last eighth week of winter term.  The end is so close that I'm in a constant state of giddiness.  15 more weeks as a student.  Then I'm free!  No longer will I be staying up late at night reading things that really don't interest me.  No longer will I have to stress over time management when it comes to class, homework and work.  I'm almost done.  I can do this.  Now if I could just get some riding time in...



XO Loves,


Me

Saturday, December 28, 2013

The Blizzard

So this weeks 'Song of the Week' is The Blizzard originally sung by Jim Reeves.  I'm embarrassed to say I first heard this song a couple of years ago during Christmas.  It hit a chord for some reason, and every time I hear it I can't help but cry.  I mean not just teary eyed, but full on holding the tears back as best I can.  I'm the kind of person who cries over horses dying in movies, but not always for the people who do.  This is pretty much the same thing.  I can't say I've ever been stuck in a harsh blizzard but as a child I always knew if I ever got lost that my old gray horse would always take me home.  For true horse people horses are more than just an animal we ride, they are our best friend, our confidant, our compass, our portal to a life long gone.  Hell, I'm tearing up right now thinking of that man not abandoning ole' Dan.  So without further adieu, here is;

 The Blizzard
by Jim Reeves
There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home
For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand
Listen to that northern sigh if we don't get home we'll die
But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne it's only seven miles to Mary Anne
You can bet we're on her mind for it's nearly suppertime
And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes
But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne it's only five more miles to Mary Anne
That wind's howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman's screams
And we'd best be movin' faster if we can
Dan just think about that barn with that hay so soft and warm
For it's only three more miles to Mary Anne it's only three more miles to Mary Anne
Dan get up your ornery cuss or you'll be the death of us
I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can
All right Dan perhaps it's best that we'll just stop awhile and rest
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne it's still a hundred yeards to Mary Anne
Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
He had made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan
Yes they found him there on the plains his hands froze to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne

                      Dan                                            


XO Loves,




Me

Friday, November 8, 2013

Music, Horses and the Good Lord

There are a lot of aspects to life that I cherish dearly.  Coming from a large, and always boisterous family it's only natural that family would be one of them.  I used to be incredibly hard to excite in any fashion, much like my father, but somewhere along the way I became excitement infatuated.  If that makes any sense.  Now rather than just saying the proper words when given gifts I fully and freely exclaim all my emotion. I'm very excitable and it doesn't take much to amuse me.  Much like a raccoon, I truly do love shiny objects.  I have too many necklaces to count, and an overflowing large tote of beads just waiting to be made into yet even More necklaces.  I'm kind of headed off course here though.  My point however, is that some things about me have changed, but some have not.

I don't know exactly when I started riding horses.  I have vague memories from a child such as not having legs long enough to properly kick my poppa's big Thoroughbred into action, or being set down in freshly tilled garden dirt in white socks because my sister's mare was fixin' to throw us both.  Both my sister and I were given our first horses when we were 10.  That's when our poppa thought we were old enough to properly care for them.  It also might have had something to do with the fact that our first horses were unbroke Mustangs.  Since then my sissy who is 10 years older than I, has only had 4 horses, counting her first and 1 that she sold as a long yearling.  I on the other hand have had 10, and no I'm not a horse trader.  However, it's only due to the strong voice of reason from my parents that I haven't had twice that many.  My little girl horse crazy phase has never ended.

I have become a little more realistic with my horse "dreams" over the years though.  I no longer sketch random pictures of horses and name them after pretty horses in the AQHA and APHA magazines.  They do however, consume a great portion of my life.  I had knee surgery on both knees this summer and am not released to ride until next month, at my insistence.  I did get to ride once in between surgeries and it was heaven.  However, with that being the exception it's been 5 months since I've been on a horse, and it's Killing me!  I have never in all my years ever gone this long without being astride a half-ton, 4 legged beast.  It's almost a cruel punishment, granted before surgery I could barely stand to be in the saddle for an hour.  So there's that, and the knowledge that I'll be completely healed before I know it.

Music.  When I was young I was always sneaking music that my parents didn't think I needed to listen to.  The station was KTMT and I don't know exactly what it was.  Pop, hip/hop, I don't know, but when I was a kid it was N'SYNC and The Backstreet Boys and 98 Degrees.  Boy bands ya know, they were just so dreamy!  My sister was always quizzing me on the country singers though, so I had to keep up with the country station too.  Through highschool my tastes didn't change much, I loved Chris LeDoux, liked Gary Allen, Garth Brooks, Tim McGraw, Brooks & Dunn, Dolly Parton, Reba McEntire etc...  My dad and I love Cusco music, or I supposed technically it's higher octave, but it's basically flutes.  My momma thinks we're pretty strange, but it's incredibly calming and it always makes me think of the fluid movements of a horse. 

Now days I rarely listen to mainstream music.  I do enjoy Classic Country still, but the music they call country today is well I'll be polite because I know that's my opinion.  I can't and will not however, concede that Jason Aldean, Keith Urban or Brantley Gilbert type characters are Cowboy or Country Artists.  They are for the most part redneck, and as such should have their own separate genre.  I want people to sing good old fashioned, honest songs like from the 'Golden Age' 60's-80's.  Those songs told stories, and were from real experiences.  It wasn't ridiculous BS about drinkin on the tailgate of "your truck" (it's a bloody pickup btw, real trucks don't have tailgates), 'mobbin' through mud or shakin it for anyone!  The people who listen to current country are not the same people who listened to it even a decade ago, and there's a reason for that.  It's simply not the same.  Give me some Lefty Frizzell, John Conlee, Marty Robbins or Johnny Horton any day!  My favorite artists right now are not people you hear on mainstream radio.  Artists like Ian Tyson, Brenn Hill, Royal Wade Kimes, Adrian Brannan and Catlin Martin.  I didn't used to like real 'old timey' music, but now it's my favorite!

And lastly but certainly not last, God.  I used to go through what I called religious spurts.  I went to Sunday school as a child, and loved Vacation Bible School.  I didn't quite understand what accepting the Lord into your heart meant though, so I did it every year, just to cover my bases.  Like many, I had several bad church experiences.  Met too many hipocrits who didn't follow the way of the Lord but since they went to church every Sunday by George they were better than me!  I've always had a strong belief.  In fact when I was 10 my brother was in a horrible car accident, one that didn't look promising for his future.  In his coma he drew pictures and wrote messages to us. (Never believe anyone who says coma patients can't hear you.)  In one such picture he drew a wrecked pickup at the base of a tree, the touching part were the angels he drew above it.  If that doesn't make you a believer I don't know what will.  At 14 I was blessed to visit St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City.  Since then I've always wanted to be Catholic, even though my family is primarily Protestant.  Finally this year I was baptized on Easter, and I'll be confirmed by the Bishop next spring.  I can't begin to tell you the peace my soul now feels.  I love mass, I love being Catholic.  I regularly pray a rosary, I pray to Saints, and I occasionally go to church just to be with our Lord. 

Many experiences we have throughout life shape and change who we are.  But there are three things in life that will never change; my love of a good horse, the honesty of a well written song, and my unwavering belief in the Almighty.






Xo Loves,

Me

Monday, May 27, 2013

The Bay Filly's First Time

The sky was getting darker.
Heavy Clouds were blowing in with the wind.
The 2 fillies fidgeted, swishing their tails.
The old mare dozed idly by.
The little bay filly loped lazy circles, licking her lips.
She stopped, turned, facing her rider.
Following her movements.
She was taken outside and saddled.
A little jumpy on the off side.
But still a quiet eye and a low head.
Standing quiet.
Off again to the arena.
With only 15 rides, the bay is coming along nicely.
Tighten the cinch, pet her head down.
Snaffle easily accepted, halter hung on the fence.
The girl and the horse move around, all is quiet and calm.
Left hand on the reins, right hand on the horn.
Left foot in the stirrup.
Right leg slowly swung over her back.
No monsters here.
Right toe slipping into the stirrup when all is no longer quiet and calm.
The bay filly breaks in two.
The girl sucks her legs into her, but the tighter she grips the harder the filly bucks.
One rein is gone, the short backed filly jumps one way then the other.
The girl is all over the place.
Knowing the ground is coming soon with only 1 stirrup.
Finally she gives up, falling on her shoulder and head.
Was she stepped on or kicked?
She doesn't know.
Dazed from impact.
Th filly continues her trashy onslaught.
Stepping on the reins, jerking herself to a stop.
The girl calmly approaches.
The filly lets her slip the bridle off.
Barely had she stepped away before the filly wildly takes off again.
Seriously offended and light on her back end.
There's a first for everything and the little bay made her first fit a good one.
Hurt and foggy the girl looks at her dog, thankful there's only 1 more filly left to ride.

XO Loves,

Me

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Hershey's Hanna aka Elvira

In 2011 I made the decision to sell a 6 year old grade mare I got from a guy in Halfway, OR.  She was still in a snaffle but coming along very nicely, and well patterned on barrels.  The problem was that she was just too short for me.  She had a great build but wasn't 15 hands.  I liked Socorra a lot and kind of wished my dad would have just taken her.  I didn't have to sell her to a stranger though, instead I traded her back to the breeder for a coming 3 yr old un-broke registered filly that was by Soco's Sire's Sire.  It was a tough decision and it wasn't any time at all that the breeder was heeling on Soco.  Little miss Elvira may have been similarly colored, but had a completely different attitude.  I've been around several horses from this guy and I've been impressed with them all. Elvira is still far from green-broke but I want to make sure she's started right, and she's doing really well. I took a picture of her butt the other day and was surprised how much she's grown since I've had her.  She's just about right at 15 hands, which isn't big, but I wanted a shorter horse since my other 2 are tall. So here are some pictures of Socorra and Elvira.
Socorra right before I traded her. Not a very good picture, but I only have a couple on this computer
                     A very fat Soco                                                  

                                             Elvira when I first got her.
                                                    Summer of 2011
                                                Spring 2012
 
Summer 2012

 
Fall 2012

 
And Elvira now.

With the exception of a mustang I got when I was 10 this is the first horse I've had that I've gotten to do all of the training on.  It's quite exciting, and I have high hopes for Miss Ellie. I think what these photos have shown me is that I seriously need to work on my photo taking skills, and should probably start using an actual camera...


Xo Loves,


Me






Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Horses and Souls

“When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. ”
― William Shakespeare, Henry V  

This quote quite perfectly describes what I feel when I'm with horses.  I'm a friendly person, but I'd rather spend time watching and working horses than wandering around large crowds of humans.  Throughout the past several years, horses have gotten me through some tough times.  The horses themselves were sometimes tough, but it gave me something else to think about.  Something to put all my energy into, to concentrate on and wear myself out over.  When I'm on a horse, or working with a colt, my mind is blank.  My heart rate slows, my breathing calms, I lose all inhibitions, worry, stress and pain.  Its just me and them.  Horses have forever calmed my soul.  I don't know exactly what they feel, I can't talk to them.  But I can change their body to change their mind.  The moment when they drop their head, lick their lips and soften their eye always satisfies me.  Even if we don't accomplish anything else, I know for that period of time they let me see them.  For that moment I feel as though our souls connected.  So, tonight I thought I'd share some photos of the horses that are currently helping me to forget.




Monday, August 20, 2012

Freedom

                    (My favorite mare, Zenyatta, showcasing her unbelievable 28ft stride at Del Mar)

Not only am I a descendent of peoples that have warred over the centuries, but all of the men in my family have crossed oceans to fight and protect our freedom.  Freedom can mean several things for example; "the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint" or "the power to determine action without restraint".  Everyone understands this form of freedom.  But not everyone has experienced the kind of freedom that is only felt.

As the sky lightens and the sun creeps towards the top of the ridge I think about what it means to truly feel free.  Granted I'm only watching the sun rise because I haven't gone to bed yet.  The fresh, crisp, clean smell of early morning almost assaults my sleepy senses.  The air is cool, I haven't slept and I'm free to do as I please.  With no one to tell me different.

But horses, horses are different.  Some are wild and free, some are captive and free and the less fortunate are restrained.  I've recently began a new adventure.  A quest to better my skills and gain as much knowledge as possible.  I've seen wild horses, horses kept in fields, pastures, big pens and stables.  And they all have a different look in their eye.  Freedom.  Some have it, some yearn for it and some will never know it's sweet release.

Race Horses.  They're trained hard at a young age, kept in stalls and fed high energy diets.  Every move planned, every action accounted for.  But on race day, on the track, they get to be free.  Even if it's only a matter of a few seconds.  The perfect rhythm between breath and heartbeat.  The horses that love to run live for those moments of freedom.

Millions of people take riding for granted, but that's because they've never allowed themselves to feel free on the back of a horse.  It's always amazed me, when someone more experienced can take your normal horse and quickly get more from them than you ever have.  My big red mare loves to run.  She's an appendix, so I suppose it's been bred into her.  The difference is, she also has heart.  She's fast, and sometimes that raw power and crazy speed scares me.  She's a great horse and has always taken care of me.  It's that split second when I let her go, that quick feeling of panic, of relinquishing control as I feel the power in her muscles, her stride lengthen and her head reach out that I feel free.  I smile with reckless abandon when I let her gallop in the dark.  Having total faith in her love of freedom because I have no other choice.

Horses are a grand example of what it's like to feel free, even for a short time.  You can see it in their eyes, the way they carry their heads, hold their tails and run like their world goes on forever.  I appreciate, treasure, love and wonder at: Freedom.


Xoxo Loves,

Me