This morning, sitting outdoors on a chaise lounge, basking in a perfect morning sun in a cloudless blue sky, I was thinking about one of my wanna-do activities.  I want to ride a Paso Fino horse.  I want to experience it’s unique gait.  I’ve seen it, and I believe it, but I want to feel it. Read More…

photo by Richard.Fisher

The following is from Ken Keyes Jr’s book The Hundredth Monkey, written in the early 1980s.  I haven’t read the book, just looked it up after someone told me about it years ago.  I believe this particular account of the observation has since been questioned.

Nonetheless:  it reads like a fairy tale, and I’m a great believer in fairy tales  having profound messages hidden in them.  I like the message I find here. Read More…

I was one of those kids who fantasized a lot and was happiest in her daydreams.

My favorite fantasy was my horse ranch somewhere in the Black Hills.  I’d be on horseback, and would look in all directions, and from one horizon to the next, all the land was mine.  The hills, the valleys, the rivers, the stands of trees, and most importantly, the huge — I say HUGE — herd of wild horses. Read More…