It’s been a while since I’ve had strange dreams about my late husband. For months they came in clusters that I couldn’t control. I hadn’t thought much about those past dreams until I re-read the blog post I just linked, and the content of those dreams is so much darker than I remembered. It’s painful for me to read it now almost a year after publication. I can’t imagine how ya’ll felt reading it back then. For the most part the…
Though I’ve never been someone to manically follow careers of race horses and make sure I watch every single stakes race on television, I do appreciate horse racing. I’m a fairly terrible track photographer, but find horse racing so visually fascinating that I never pass up an opportunity to go with my camera. When a friend of a friend had a few horses running in the Saturday night meet, I jumped at the invitation to shoot some races before it…
I knew I would change after Tim died. I’ve blogged about it. I’ve thought about it at length and talked about it a little with friends. Despite all of those conversations, I can’t tell you exactly how I’ve changed in great detail. As we head into fall, I’ve begun to realize that these changes have affected my horse world. One of the ways I got through the worst of my grief was throwing myself into projects to distract myself from the…
I’ve never owned a horse that felt like a job. When I got Simon, he was green and wiggly and zoomy but every trip to the barn was an exciting adventure to me. I thrived on every single accomplishment, whether it was a nice transition or jumping our first oxer. Getting Simon to where he is now was hard, but it never felt like work. Roman is a lot of work. It’s not because he’s a bad horse. He doesn’t…
My barn has a really awesome group of people. The age range is roughly 22 – 52, yet everybody gets along and has a great time together. Really when you mix good people with horses & wine, there’s no chance for anything to go south! One of these awesome ladies summers in Taos, New Mexico. Before the temperatures started to climb this summer, we bid her goodbye as she loaded up her two horses and headed north. “Come visit me!”…
I’ve always had a sort of horsey travel bucket list of destinations I wanted to go to solely for their horse factor. Since I’ve been fortunate enough to travel a bit in my life and consider myself a bit of an adventurer, I’ve actually got to cross a lot of those destinations off my list. Kentucky for all this horse. Vienna for classical dressage. Wellington for Hunter/jumper land. You know what isn’t covered in that list above? Quarter Horses. Despite…
I thought after the one year post that I would stop writing these kind of updates. Grief seemed like something I could wrap up with a neat bow – one year of feelings summed up eloquently with words and then set away in a little box. Of course the truth is a lot more complicated. Life is messy. Relationships, with both the living and the dead, doubly so. This summer has been a rough one for me. Some causes were…
When I first was thinking about show names for Simon, I kept going back to “Little Lion Man”. I didn’t settle on this because the actual song lyrics didn’t mean anything for him/me, and it had nothing to do with his barn name (I like there to be a correlation). Instead, Simon became Something So Right but I always felt like my little bay horse had a lion heart. In my world, I’m struggling a bit with Roman right now. It…