AUTUMN COLORS, pastel on wallis paper

OH THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGING...

You can see that I've changed my banner image. I thought maybe it was time I began to show my "other" side. I'm working on a series of pastels done from the horse's point of view...or what I imagine their point of view to be. Ever so often I'll include one in my BLOG just for the fun of it.

I've also put a followers list up...all of one, thank you very much! And proud of it too!...for you to include yourself on if you are so inclined. I have no idea how it works, so I'm hoping you'll be more tech savvy than I am.  * REALLY BIG CHEESY GRIN HERE * In return I'm going back to some of the BLOG's I read and try to figure out how to do the same...list myself as their follower.

I know that for me it really helps when I have an idea of who my audience is. I'm better at telling stories in person than I am when I write. As I find out who all of you are (checked my stats...more than a thousand hits now!...so I know someone's reading. Way cool!) it will be easier for me to imagine sitting with you at a table while we "talk", maybe having a late afternoon brunch.

So I'm hoping you'll be willing to stick your nose into my business, give me some feedback and critical reviews of what I'm writing about. Or even leave your opinion of my visual images, painted or photos. We love noses around here, especially big, soft, velvety, sweet smelling noses. The more the merrier!

You can see we're a pretty friendly lot . I'd love to be able to follow you back to your BLOG too, so be sure to let me know if you have one. With that thought in mind, I leave you with our herd leader, Lucky. He's a capable fellow who'd be happy to "show" you around.

I am, ever yours, Nancy...happy to see you!

OH, THE GARDENS WE'RE PLANTING...

The dictionary gives the definition of a seed as : The part of a flowering plant that typically contains the embryo with it's protective coat and stored food that will develop into a new plant when sown. It also goes on to give almost a third of a page of other definitions, all of which have to do with beginnings.

Last year I read about an archeological dig in the Middle East where a sealed ceramic container, found in a tomb, contained hundreds of seeds that were more than five thousand years old. Of course, scientists being who they are, some of those seeds were carefully removed from the container and, with the help of some good soil, sunlight and water, were germinated. They began to grow!

So my question, after reading about that, is WHAT IS A SEED? Think about it. I'll give you a few seconds to chew on that one.   hmmmmmmmm,hhhhhhhhhmm, hhmmmmm. (Humming while I wait) Ready to answer the question? WHAT IS A SEED? Couldn't really answer that one, could you?

It's as much a philosophical question as it is one of biology. If a seed is the beginning of a plant's life, how could it sit dormant for five thousand years? And how could it still be viable after all that time? Worth thinking about, isn't it?

You're wondering about the direction I'm going to take. It's seed catalog time. I have them stacked in the bathrooms, next to my bed, on top of the cedar chest we use as a coffee table in the living room. They're coming in the mail every day this time of year. I used to be a Master Gardener, so they have me pegged as a sucker for all things green and growing. And they're right too! I love to design gardens, formal or informal...to amend the soil, always organically. I love to smell the dirt, dig in it and destroy my hands with it. During the growing season my fingernails are nearly always dirty and my knuckles swollen with all the digging and pulling I do. Of course, the horses have become a part of that too. Every single time they poop when I'm standing there, I say "Thank you! And the gardens thank you too!" It really is a gift back to the earth when you compost horse poop and urine soaked bedding. My vegetable gardens were a jungle of plants last year with twelve foot high tomatoes!

I asked for seeds for Christmas this year...and got them too! I love those kinds of gifts. They're simple, affordable and they give all year long. I'll have my own seeds from the plants I put into the ground this year that I'll be able to plant or save them for next year. Now that's my idea of what Christmas and gift giving is all about. It all gets paid forward in the flowers,herbs and vegetables I pick and share with my neighbors (although the lady next door threatened to come out and shoot me with rock salt if I left her anymore zucchinis on her front porch, last Summer!)

I love the Winter part of gardening too. I get to lay the ground work for whatever I'm going to do the next year. This year I'm adding in a wild flower garden along the west side of our little arena because I'm tired of weed wacking along that side. It's the perfect place to plant wild flowers. Can't use the hill there for anything else except weeds, so flowers it is!

This morning, while I was out doing chores and playing "TAG" with my horses, I realized that's what I'm doing there too. I'm laying the ground work with them by learning more about how to BE HORSE. Lucky or Apache comes along and tags me and off we go, with me starting as a mirror to their movements and energy levels. It's a simple game. I started it when I decided I needed to break my own patterns of being predictable, so I changed up the morning routines starting last week and I've been trying something new every day. It's turned into an interesting experiment too. They have no idea what I'm going to do, right from the beginning of the morning. And, oh, the conversations we're having!

They don't know whether I'm going to walk around the shed and meet them at the big gate or come out the back door, walk up the little hill and climb the fence. They don't know whether I'm going to let them out the donkey gate, the big gate or the gate to the side of the barn...or even out through the barn stall! Some days I carry my carrot stick with me, some days I don't. Some days I have cookies in my pockets, some days I don't. It's just lots and lots of Friendly Game. All three of them are intrigued, waiting at the gate and calling to me. "What's it going to be today Ma?" I've become "consistently inconsistent", something I used to try to teach to my students when we were working on visual textures or patterns. I'd say "I want you all to be consistently inconsistent, to work with both hands, to experiment, to dance and have a conversation with your brushes and paint." See why I love PARELLI? Suits me to a T!

I get this kind of attention from my Right Brain Extrovert, Apache, who rarely misses an opportunity to play the game back. Look at that focus! And Lucky's right behind him too. They're both ready to GO!
And the BIG GATE to the OUTSIDE is open here too. They're choosing to stay with me, on the inside! HUGE!

That's a development I hadn't anticipated. OUTSIDE is a big deal to these guys. That field is big, one of our hay fields. During the Spring and Summer it's a lush ocean of grasses, 14 or 15 acres of it! And it's all on the OUTSIDE of the fence.

Before, I'd open the gate and they would walk out politely, touch my hand (all gates are entered and excited that way here. I've seen people get seriously hurt at gates.) and then they take off for the morning and I only get to see them as they canter or trot past while they're playing. Even in the Winter when it snows and the grass is covered, it's still OUTSIDE...on the other side of the BIG GATE. They don't usually come back until I whistle my three note ditty to them, calling them in for grain. And then the BIG GATE gets closed and the fun is over, from their point of view.

But this morning I gave them their grain with the BIG GATE open and I gave it to them first! "HUH?" This was Lucky's reaction. "But that's not how we do it! We go out, try to get into the barn (and sometimes succeed!), run, buck, roll, play and then you call us and we come in." Completely flummoxed Lucky. Look at that face! "What do you want to do Ma?"

I love the way this is going! They spent the whole morning exploring the opened gates...which are always opened...with new enthusiasm. All the barriers are down. And the conversations are getting more and more interesting!

And then we did this. And the best part of the running and bucking was when they came back to me, tagged me, and stood there thrumming with anticipation...waiting. I slipped and fell more than once, but out we went, running (well, OK, they were cantering and I was slipping, slogging, falling, and laughing) across their field, making patterns in the snow in big circles and zig zags.

We were laying the foundations for our Spring Gardens, preparing the seed beds, with our "earth work". I rolled and they rolled. I jumped up and they did too! We were, all of us, wet and snowy with more snow down our backs than under our feet.

I just can't wait to see what kinds of seeds we plant this Spring, what blooms and how many colors we have!

I am, ever yours, consistently inconsistent...Nancy, laughing at the gardens we plant when we least expect it!

THE BUDDHIST HORSE AND MY NEW FAVORITE BOOKS

We're in the thick of it now, aren't we? It's the middle of January. I haven't seen blue sky for days. There's more snow coming in and all I really want to do is to snuggle up on my favorite old sofa with a stack of good books, a pot of hot tea and a plate of little sandwiches and cookies. An upstairs maid to keep the fire going and ask me " Will there be anything else My Lady?" would be nice too. (must be the English in me)

Since I'm like all you other working stiffs, just trying to keep my head above water, I'll set that little fantasy to the side for now.

I do have some new books I'm reading. I bought them when we went on one of our "cheap dates" this past weekend (would have been cheaper if I hadn't bought them, but I'm a sucker for information). We went to a local oriental restaurant and shared a meal, then hiked over to the local Border's to look at books. Usually we look at books, pick up a stack of our favorites and go to the little coffee shop at the back of the store to drink some overpriced, too sugary and creamy hot stuff and eat a big gooey, "guaranteed to make your jeans an extra size larger" cookie. We read passages to each other, talk about our day, watch people. It's a nice way to spend an evening.

I've been studying about energy, spirit, how to use my body to speak to my horses (and other animals and people too). It's a never ending subject. Most good literature has to do with changes in the life of the protagonist and antagonist too. In my book (pun intended), that all has to do with our basic soul or spirit. In other words...energy, communication and growth. How interesting! And since my word for 2011 is "ASK", I'm indulging in research whenever I have a question that has to be answered...no waiting. Nothing is too simple or unimportant if it pops into my head this year.

The first book is "THIS I BELIEVE" taken from a series of NPR essays written  by all kinds of people, famous and unknown, about their philosophies. The idea came from one of the editors who, while in a waiting room, read about a series of essays from the fifties from another radio program. Some of the essays are from the fifties series. It's fascinating reading for me since I was born in the fifties...like looking through a window in time and seeing the world my Mom saw from her point of view (and not the one I had as a child).

I love this kind of book. I can pick it up any time during the day and read another essay, then set it aside and go back to work. During lunch I read '' Life Grows in the Soil of Time ", by Thomas Mann, a Nobel Peace Prize winning author from the first half of the Twentieth Century. In it he says " Time is related to-yes, identical with-everything creative and active, with every progress toward a higher goal." WOW! Now you know why I had to buy this book. Every single essay is like that. Talk about syncronicity!

This morning, while out doing chores, I took the book with me and read aloud from another one of the essays. Lucky, Apache and Willow were in the barn with me, eating hay right off the stack. I'd like to think that during the munching and crunching, they were enjoying it as much as I did. They sure did make a good audience. Not one of them yawned or said " I'm boooored."  * really big grin here*  The essay I read to them was by Kay Redfield Jamison, a professor of psychiatry at Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, one of the places my Mother was accepted to as a student. (She chose Chapel Hill, North Carolina) A quote from her essay goes " I believe that curiosity, wonder, and passion are defining qualities of imaginative minds and great teachers; that restlessness and discontent are vital things; and that intense experience and suffering instruct us in ways less intense emotions can never do." Juicy stuff to chew on, isn't it? Or at least that was the herd's opinion.

The other book I bought is by Thich Nhat Hanh, a teacher of Buddhism and, in that world, recognized as second only to the Dali Lama. His book is titled "YOU ARE HERE". In it he talks about the value of living in the moment, of finding your way to peace in your life through meditation. At this point you're wondering about a cowgirl from Kansas who reads about Buddhism.

I'm one of those true American mutts. I'm 1/2 Jewish and 1/2 everything else, raised in the German Lutheran church, the Catholic church and the Episcopalian church. And now I belong to no formal religion, but am instead an explorer when it comes to spirituality. And, not surprisingly, horses have become a major component of that for me.

When my head is muddled and my heart is sore, I go out to their pasture and stand with them, sometimes in the middle of the night under the stars, and just "BE". It clears my head out and settles me like nothing else I've ever done.

When I picked up "YOU ARE HERE" and read from it, it was one of those head slapping moments for me. At least some part of my personal belief system is Buddhist... one of those "AH HA!" moments. Here's one of the quotes that caught my attention. " If you are facing a sunset, a marvelous spectacle, give yourself a chance to be in touch with it. Give yourself five minutes, breathing deeply, and you will be truly there. Touch the beauty of nature." I do that every day, when I am outside with my herd. This place and this time in my life has given me great peace of mind and body. It's why I laugh so much. It's all so perfect, just the way it is.

I guess in my own way I'm creating my little Winter nook in my life to read about philosophy while I study my Parelli discs, read one of Pat Parelli's books and wonder at the path that has brought me here. I think that takes me to the second in the 7 KEYS OF SUCCESS... "Knowledge" and, perhaps, the sixth "Imagination".

I am, always yours, Nancy, ruminating and cogitating on the way the world turns...with a smile!

BREAKING THE PATTERN

I'm an artist. That's how I always answer people when they ask me what I "do". "I'm an artist." The usual response is raised eyebrows and a polite " Oh. How unique. Are you good?" That used to stymy me, that last sentence. "Are you good?" How in the world do you answer a question like that?

"Oh, but of course I am daaaaaarling." or maybe " Dude." and then there's "Oh, gee, shucks, I don't know." I kind of liked experimenting with the answers just to watch the reactions. I had a million of them and all of them in different accents too. Sometimes I answered in French or with a German accent. Other times I'd do an Evangelistic Healer kind of thing. It usually depended on the whim of the day, how the wind was blowing and whether or not I cared about how they responded.

Now I just smile and act mysterious. There is no answer to a question like that. I just AM. It's part of my hardwiring, like having blond hair or eyes that change colors. And I'm not sure that I care whether "they" even like the work anymore. What I care about is whether I was able to communicate clearly with color, composition, technique, light, subject matter. In fact I kind of like it when I rattle someone's cage a bit. Not all Art is meant to be pretty. I want an emotional response.

But lately I've found myself falling into a pattern of doing the same thing. My paintings aren't necessarily all the same, but they way I approach them is. And so is my day. I get up about the same time, stumble into the bathroom for the inevitable and then stop to look at myself in the mirror so I can lament the passing of the years. " AAACK! I'm in the Twilight Zone! " or some other equally silly but predictable response.

I do certain things before I go out for barn time, walk to the barn down the same path, start my day in the same way and then I go back to the house to work. Since I've chosen the word "ASK" as my thing to focus on in 2011, I stopped to ask myself a question this morning. " Why am I repeating myself? I'm an Artist. I should be more interesting than this. Am I caught in a pattern?" The questions just popped into my head. They came at me so hard and so fast, I sat down on a chair in the hallway, just to break the pattern long enough to think.

"Why am I repeating myself?"  It's a good question, don't you think?

I sat there doing my "Thinker" imitation on the little wooden chair in the hallway, wondering about the way my mind works. I sat there long enough that Gypsy, my ancient dog, came to me and set her knobby old head on my knee and asked "You OK?" I patted her head and ever so gently rubbed her arthritic shoulders while I ruminated and cogitated. She waited, always patient with me but ready to go outside when I was. And then I found my answer. "BREAK THE PATTERN."

That's what we've been taught to do when our horses start to set a pattern going in a direction we don't want to go, either from fear or because they're testing to see what the limits are, to see what we will do. They like to be reassured that we're still focused and the leader because if we're not, then they sure will be. It's a survival thing for them...that need. So, being the leader, we set the patterns. They're comforted by that and so are we.

But when do you break the pattern in a way that fosters creative thought? How do you keep them engaged and interested in what you have to "say"? There are more ways and more reasons than one for learning how to "BREAK THE PATTERN". It was up to me to break my own patterns, to be more outside my own comfort zone to take the learning to a higher level. It's time to get past the usual January Doldrums that come with grey, cold, windy, "I just want to hibernate!" weather.

I decided to BREAK THE PATTERN by approaching it like playing with Legos. I was going to start with lots of little bright colored pieces of information and then wing it! My walk to the barn was the first piece in the equation. I walked out the back door, up the hill and climbed the fence into the paddock instead of walking out the front and going my usual route. HA! The looks on their faces were worth it. They were standing at the other gate waiting for me and here I come, around the corner and over the fence (not easy to do when I'm wearing my heavy duty Winter clothing and big boots!). "HEY! People don't do that?"

You've heard that one from me, haven't you? " Horses don't climb haystacks." While I was sitting on top of the fence enjoying the view, I made another spontaneous decision. (This was fun! I felt better already.) Every time they checked in with me this morning, a usual part of their ritual, I was going to literally drop whatever I was doing and follow them, synchronize with them, and do what they were doing. I was going to mirror them, become as horse as I could, and see where it led me.

After they got over their surprise at seeing me on top of a fence, we did our nuzzling up together...a part of the ritual I never want to change! And then I hopped down and set up the ropes, letting them OUTSIDE. When Luck;y came up to me to touch me with his nose, I followed him.

He stopped and looked at me, flicking his ears at me and asking a question? " Huh? What are we doing?" I answered with a nice long sigh and waited, matching the way he was standing. We were two twins in the mirror with some minor differences in size and shape. And then, after he'd gone back to grazing, I ran my hand down his back towards his tail (Jerry Williams taught me that. It's a nice way to end a session.) and walked back towards the barn.

I was in the barn stall, mucking it out, when Lucky came to check in with me. He leaned into the stall and touched me with his nose...and I dropped my rake and followed! Talk about surprise! We walked out of the barn doors together, stopped to look at the pasture to the north of us (there were three does coming down out of the woods), and then we turned to the east and walked out into the pasture. I had my hands in my pockets and walked with him, matching his pace (Thankfully it was slow and easy! The snow had drifted out there and was 18 inches deep in some places.). He brought his energy up so I did too, and then he stopped. He took a bite of grass, then walked out a bit more...and so did I, well except for the "biting the grass" part.

After a bit, I turned and ran my hand down his back and walked back to the barn. And he followed! He came right up next to me and kept my pace, a beautiful, perfect floating head right next to me. I was feeling kind of giddy and silly at this point, so I started running in big zig zags, sort of a loose version of Falling Leaf. And there he was, right next to me...and so was Apache! Oh, this was getting better and better. But I didn't want this to be work. This was supposed to be PLAY. It was time to stop.

We stood there together for a bit, relaxing, and then they went back to grazing. I ran my hand down both of their backs and quietly walked away. I wasn't keeping track of time, but I'm guessing we never played more than a few minutes here and a few more there, like they do when they're out in the pasture together. They graze for a while, then run and play for a while, then go back to grazing...turning it on and off like a water spigot.

I was filling water buckets when Apache came and tagged me. (I did stop to turn off the water here) We turned and trotted off out into the pasture. Apache is my Left Brain Extrovert. He always trots. He loves to move his feet. I get plenty of exercise when I'm with him. I wasn't very graceful, loping along next to him in my big boots, but I did keep up. That was when I realized he'd slowed down enough to allow me to keep up. That's HUGE coming from Apache. His favorite game is to try to outmatch me, to outwit me. He wanted me to play with him that much!

By the end of the morning Lucky had come to get me four times and Apache had come for me three times. And it was all at their suggestion, on their territory and at their pace. Oh the soft eyes they gave me. Before I came back inside, they were both in my pocket, nickering and sighing. I think I may have played a total of maybe fifteen minutes give or take with each of them over a two and a half hour time. Chores definitely took longer with play time interrupting them. And it was worth it too!

I left them as mellowed out as I was when I came inside. We were all practicing the number one Principal of Horse-Man-Ship... "Horsemanship is natural."

We built an awesome "lego sculpture" together this morning, with all kinds of wicky, wacky parts in different colors, sticking out here and there. It just doesn't get any better than that, at least until it does!

I am, ... WAIT! Break the pattern. ... Nancy, standing on my head with my hands behind my back   *REALLY BIG GRIN HERE*

PRINCESS WILLOWMENA, THE SNOW KING AND THE GREAT RED STEED

Ever have one of those days where everything sort of slips sideways and you feel like you've walked through the glass with Alice? I've been so worried these past few days. It's probably part of getting older. I've been feeling like the world doesn't make sense to me anymore. Everyone is so angry, so filled with venom. I've been loosing sleep, trying to understand it. I just don't seem to have the ability anymore to hold the pain that other people feel away from me. And then I walked out the door this morning and followed a rabbit, down the hole into the world the way it's supposed to be.

I went down the hill and slipped off the edge, into a place where all the lines were muted. The "uglies" were gone, covered up and asleep. And I could hear the trees talking, moving slowly together at a pace we usually can't hear or see. And the animals were in charge. Time was "now". There were no debts, no little numbers taking the wild places away. The loud noises and smells were at an end and we were all children together, living in that place where time is suspended. All of the guns were quiet and the angry people were at peace.

The smallest details were as relevant, as rich, as important as any of the "big" things or the "big" places. Everything counted. The quiet snow, endless snow...the cool, grey skies had no edge. The light was alive, moving with the thousands of little flakes, every single one of them different and alike. And all the individual flakes that had gone over the end of the hill with me, that used to be ordinary drops of water, came together and made it perfect. They all came together and tucked the world to bed with a blanket of white. And then the snow kissed us and told us it would be OK. That we would all be fine.

You know, it's not that I'm loosing my mind. It's more that sometimes I just have to let go of the tether and allow myself to follow the quiet. I need that comfort. I have to find my way back to the places I went when I was very young, when time stood still. I go to the world that lets the animals talk to me. And I love their voices too.

There is no subtrifuge, no story that isn't real. They don't gossip or complain. Instead they teach me, lead me, back to who I am. And they remind me of what the world is meant to be, what it really is. There are no radios, TV's with talking heads, no music that hurts to listen to. Instead, there's a place where my mind can wander and they go with me.

Today I left the place we all "think" is real and went to my own Wonderland. I remembered how to laugh at the way snow feels when it goes down your neck when you make snow angels. Lucky took me there. We, both of us, rolled in the snow today.

I followed Apache in to his places, where ancient sunflowers turn into strange creatures with snow caps on and fence lines are irrelevant.

The snow was his disguise and the paths he took me on were places that I'd never been before. He was the Snow King, a magical steed who has the ear of the Gods.

And a little donkey became Princess Willowmena, heir to the Throne of Oakland. She was carried away into the world of the Mundanes where she found a Fairy Godmother who saved her and granted her every wish except the one she wanted most.

And a great and magical steed, red like the fires in the Spring, came to her and said " I will take you to your wish. I will give you your dreams. But will you take your Godmother with you, over the Edge and into the land of the Snow King? Will she follow you?"

And the Red Steed took Princess Willowmena and her Godmother with him to the land of the Snow King, where the skies never end and the Edge is always there, waiting for you to walk over.

And when they came to the Snow King, he gave them a task to do before he could grant Princess Willowmena's wish. He told them, in his terrible and wonderful voice, "You must cross the sacred Ocean and find the Butterfly Queen. Her wings have never fluttered and she is in despair. Bring her to me so that I may heal her and take her pain. Then I will give you your wish."

And so their journey began, into the place that is over the Hill, off the Edge and into the world where time has stopped and Snow Angels speak to the trees.

We're on a road that takes us only forward and sometimes sideways, but never back.

We're in the world of Heart and Desire.

I am, ever yours, Nancy, dreaming

JOHN'S BREAKTHROUGH AND THE GREAT GLOVE CAPER

When I was a kid, snow was a big deal. It meant sledding and ice skating, skiing and hikes in the snow. Sometimes it meant having an extra day off too. What kid doesn't love that? I spent part of my childhood in Kansas, part in Wisconsin and part in Maine...all places known for their weather extremes. And I'm still here too, living and working in the Midwest with the weather in the fifties one day and the teens the next.

I love the unexpected weather patterns. I'm not sure I would be happy in a more moderate climate now. Meeting the challenge of the wild swings from one end of the spectrum to another is part of the fun for me. It's another part of the puzzle to solve. And there's a certain empowerment that comes from being able to deal with it successfully. Course, I have a lot of friends who also think I'm a bit daffy in that regard!

Today we spent the day getting ready for a snow that's been fore casted for tonight and tomorrow. We made sure the wood was cut and stacked inside, ready to burn. We went out to walk the fence lines and to test them to make sure the back up battery was ready. There's extra grain in the barn and extra groceries in the house. We've battened down the hatches and now we're waiting.

But for the horses, it's WOO HOO! time. They ran and bucked and jumped and were, for the most part, down right silly today. Apache snuck into the barn and tried to climb the haystack. Lucky tipped the water buckets over just before I carried them in to rehang them. And he stole my gloves too, big red rat that he is. He put them into the water bucket just before he tipped it over! (Good thing I keep lots of extras.) If he'd had eyebrows and a "Snidley Whiplash Mustache", he would have twirled it and wiggled his eyebrows up and down and said "Bwa ah aaaahhhhhh!" I think they know the snow is coming. Both of them love it!

Here they are, playing Ring Around the Rosey with the gate. I snapped it because Lucky had that " Who me? I didn't do anything." look on his face. Sure enough, he'd just committed the Great Glove Caper here. Apache's just going around the gate to tip the last bucket over. It was a complete hoot here today!

We let them stay OUTSIDE longer than usual because they were having so much fun, romping around. It was like have a Summer Camp with a bunch of really, really big over excited kids. The best part was the way they kept trying to engage John in the fun! They've begun to see him as an integral part of the herd now. I loved watching his face when ever Apache would run up to him and tag him with his nose, always a sure invitation from him to come out and play.

He'd sneak up (or as much as a 1000 pound horse can sneak) and touch John, then turn and run around the end of the barn to "hide" behind the dried up sunflowers that we leave standing for him. It's one of his favorite games, Hide and Go Seek. Pretty soon his nose and then his eye would come around the end of the barn, checking to see if anyone was going to come find him. Then off he'd go, down the whole length of the field snorting and bucking. " I won! I'm King of the Cimmaron !"

When it was time to come in, we walked out to find them hiding back in the trees, waiting for us. Apache just couldn't stand it though. He had to come out and taunt us. " Nah ne nah ne boo boo!" then he'd run back into the trees to "hide". Even better, when he came out again, he chose to go to John! That's HUGE! It was John's breakthrough today. I was so proud of both of them. They walked, then trotted together all the way back to the barn! And, even more surprising, Lucky followed them too.

It was John's Day! And he's been walking around with a smile on his face because of it too. There's no finer tribute from your horse than when they choose to voluntarily play with you and to walk with you as a partner.

I hear all the time from other friends that it's no fun when it's cold. There's no good time to "work" with your horse. I have to beg to differ on that point. I think it's one of the best times of year for it because the days are shorter and the time spent is more in fun. There's a general feeling of relaxation around here. Our goals are set to the side, or at least the schedule changes, and it's more "Friendly". I'd say we've been putting gold in the bank, the best kind, because it's from the heart.

Today John practiced some of the finest qualities of Horse-Man_Ship. He did NOT act like a predator. He thought like a horse and he used the natural power of focus to make a connection that will, I think, have a profound impact on his partnership with Apache.

It just doesn't get any better than that, at least until it does!

I am, ever yours, Nancy, comfy cosey and smiling at you BIG TIME! (Oh boy! A snow day!)