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Many Brave Fools: The Book Trailer
Don’t Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out, 2020
The looks on their faces... they are all of us What a trying, painful, grievous year. I count myself fortunate in many ways and am grateful that the issues I met up with were surmountable; my heart is with everyone who has suffered losses in all ways. Wishing the world choices made from compassion, hope, …
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I Need to Stop Talking to People Like They Are Horses
OR DO I? Off I went, to have my weirdly strong reading glasses checked, the ones I got before the Rona kicked off, and I was taking my usual informal poll of how many people were going about masked. Informal statistic: not many. On my corner sits a real estate agent whose plate glass windows …
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On Replacement Horses and Not Freaking Out
I was cleaning out the inbox of one of my email addys [and forwarding some stuff to another one LOL] when I came across the below. This is from 2018 which in 2020 time-framing is exactly one million years ago. I had started writing about this while away from my desk; I sent it to …
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Started Talking About Fear in May; In June, Black Lives Matter
I began this post on 21st May. I'm leaving it as and adding to it now, in June. *** Horses give out only that which they receive because, as prey, they are prepared to react to changes in their surroundings. They have evolved as a species due to this alertness and preparedness. “Horses have ensured …
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The Crop Chronicles: If You Love Something, Set it Free…
In honour of hoping that the two long sticks I have hidden are still where I put them when lessons are back on. *** September, 2012 A couple of weeks ago — see, I didn't even bother writing about this, because honestly, this is like the eleventy billionth post on this topic. A couple of …
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Social Distancing and Open Order
The first time I experienced open order in a lesson, within two minutes I was like, 'Yeah, no, thanks but let's go back to the other way.' The other way was warming up in a group; open order meant we were warming up, but individually. At that stage I wasn't riding very independently, not yet. …
Happy Mother’s Day!
Here's a lovely post on the Trafalgar Square Books blog. My piece is about halfway down, but do enjoy the offerings of the wonderful TSB authors and staff! *** Many Brave Fools: A Story of Addiction, Dysfunction, Codependency… and Horses is AVAILABLE NOW. Order your copy today: > In the US, click on over to Trafalgar …
A Horse Walks Into A Bar…
...no more long face! I got stuck in some hard, heavy writing and the sacred algorithm of YouTube blessed me with this, and in turn, I pass it along to you. An absolute TONIC. *** Many Brave Fools: A Story of Addiction, Dysfunction, Codependency… and Horses is AVAILABLE NOW. Order your copy today: > …
Endorphins: Purged
Not that it's a good thing. It's what we're all missing during this sheltering in place/self-isolation time. With the lack of human contact—and additionally in my case, contact with the horses—the production of endogenous opiates is way down, if not gone. I'm trying to get topped up on negative ions from being by the sea, …
From the Archives: Busted
Here's a post from 2007, always good for a LOL. *** LONDON Karen was saying wouldn't it be funny if my bag got searched in Gatwick, considering? 'Pardon me, madam,' beamed the security dude. 'Would you mind terribly if I was to search your bag?' Arse! I grimaced at him. 'I don't imagine I have …
