"Leg yield off the wall to the center of the arena, and then switch sides and leg yield back onto the wall. It doesn't matter whether or not you get there. I just want you to try." I hear my
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I sat down last weekend and made my Christmas lists. Christmas shopping. Christmas goals. Taking some inspiration from a blogger I follow--Karen at The Art of Doing Stuff--I decided
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8:15: Coffee It's after 8:00; I'm still in bed, under covers, and I've only REALLY been awake for about 15 minutes. Over and over, I have to explain this. I don't do early mornings unless I
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"Oooph...Her teeth are a mess." Doc shone her headlight into Violetta's jaw and gestured for me to take a look. Pronounced under-bite aside, she had jagged edges, uneven wear, and several
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It's been one of "those" days. You know the ones... It's the sort of day that feels a bit like three. Nothing goes catastrophically wrong, but things don't go quite right either. Minor
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There needs to be a setting on my Fitbit for "walking through the snow in coveralls." Regular steps seem wholly inadequate for the trudge that takes me between the house and the barns each morning
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I just found hay in my hair, a memento from the time I spent in the horse field this afternoon lying on my back in what remained of a round bale. It's sixty degrees. Just a few days ago, there was
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I forgot to step tall over the hot wire. I felt my rubber muck boot catch the bottom wire of the horse fence. My ankle caught the strand that I had strung there this summer. My knees hit the
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Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes, The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora
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"So...There's this horse..." I was lying on my bed in the middle of the afternoon-a weekend in early May of 2016-feeling extraordinarily lazy, and watching my ceiling fan spin circles above