DIY Christmas horse crafts: a horse lovers dream

Almost every horse lover I know is pretty crafty.

With the Holiday season coming up fast, I thought you might like this YouTube video on how to make this Christmas horse reef yourself.

Christmas horse reef:  How fun and it is way too adorable.
Christmas horse reef from Roberta at Knot-a-Tail

Be the envy of your horse loving friends.

I have also been saving DIY Horse craft ideas on Pinterest that is fun and always being updated.

Come for a visit and let your imagination go.

I also have a board for Horse shoe nails and Barbed wire ideas.  Some are so amazing.  Lots and lots of ideas to take your passion to new heights.

I hope you join me as you get ready for the Holidays.

Have a Happy Holiday season.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s

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For The First Time Shared by: Andi Harmon.

FOR THE FIRST TIME

Yesterday, for the first time, I was too tired to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I was afraid I would be hurt if I was thrown
Yesterday, for the first time, I heard someone say my barn was too shabby
Yesterday, for the first time, I let someone tell me I was too pudgy to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I realized I was old
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to face that I could no longer keep up
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to let go of my dreams
Yesterday, for the first time, I felt my heart break
Yesterday, for the first time, I turned my back on my friend
Yesterday, for the first time, I knew I was done

Today, for the last time, I felt warm, braided leather in my hands.
Today, for the last time, I ran my stirrups up so they wouldn’t bang my mare’s sides
Today, for the last time, I released the buckles on the girth and watched my girl sigh
Today, for the last time, I slowly dropped the bit so it wouldn’t hit her teeth
Today, for the last time, I gave my mare a cookie to thank her for the ride
Today, for the last time, I buried my head in her soft, warm neck
Today, for the last time, I inhaled the sun and the dust in her long winter coat
Today, for the last time, I closed the gate and trudged to the muddy porch
Today, for the last time, I tracked hay and horse hair into my house
Today, for the last time, I pulled off my boots and felt the sting of warm blood returning to my cold toes
Today, for the first time, I cried after my ride
Today, for the first time, I felt my hands shake as I set the saddle on its rack
Today, for the first time, I hugged my young trainer a final goodbye
Today, for the first time, I waited for the new owner’s trailer to arrive
Today, for the first time, I set my boots in a box to go to the Goodwill
Today, for the first time, I sighed at the wear on my riding gloves
Today, for the first time, I had no hay in my hair
Today, for the first time, I did not hear nickering when I opened my back door
Today, for the first time, I felt worse leaving the barn that I did when I entered
Today, for the first time, I had no one to check on before going to bed

Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t have to buy hay
Tomorrow, for the first time, I can stay in bed longer
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t see the poop pile grow
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t be able to fly on four legs
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be sorry I listened
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will regret letting her go
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at God
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at myself
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will cry the day away
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be glad to die

Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will awaken in tears
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will know I was wrong
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will defy all the judgment
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will ignore my old bones
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will return the buyer’s check
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will bring my friend home
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will take my boots out of the box
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will be reborn

For the rest of my life, I will have a horse in my yard
For the rest of my life, I will ignore the cruel judging
For the rest of my life, I will watch the poop pile grow
For the rest of my life, I will have hay in my hair
For the rest of my life, I will track mud in my house
For the rest of my life, I will bury my face in her soft neck
For the rest of my life, I will let my soul fly

For the rest of my life, I will never be alone

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

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Whinny’s

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The Rose

I found this on Facebook and I just had to share.

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

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Whinny’s

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Winter’s Dream

What is your winter’s dream?  Is it something left over from this summer?

It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow. So when you ride,  make sure you take your “dream your own impossible” with you on the ride.
Faith will allow our inner  spirit to lift us and only then is no obstacle is too great to overcome.
I am a Cowgirl, and I can fly without wings I just climb on my favorite steed and I close my eyes, for I know that it is within my horse’s heart,  I have found the greatest love there has ever been.

Courage is doing what you’re afraid to do.  You do not need courage to overcome your fear, you just need something more important, that for all horseman is where your deep love for your own passions comes alive, to overcome and believe in  all that you dream. But first you must dream, then the fear will just disappear   Be inspired with the beauty of the love of a horse and the greatness of your own heart.

To accomplish great things you must first believe and next  dream and dream big.    Just wondering what you are believing in today???

Remember always be the whinny, at greet everyone like your horse greets you!
Whinny’s

Roberta  CEO   Knot-a-tail .com

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The gift

Time and time again, my readers have sent me notes that they feel as if there horsse are their most precious gifts.  What a way to start the morning, with a welcoming whinny from the barn.   And then there is all the smells that delight the senses: the small of fresh hay, and the sweetness of the morning oat.   And  of course there is all the sounds.  The chomping as they chew, and their every shifting of their feet.    I love to put a brush in one hand and then sweep by other hand along the  same brush stroke.  And who doesn’t love a warm soft nose held in our hands.    Every human sense comes to life and awakens our very  soul. It is wondrous  delight,  a gift directly from heaven.

I know some mornings, in the hurry of the day, I have missed the presence of that gift.  It is too easy to do, in the moment you have to just get one more thing done.  However, what I forget even more, is that I too am that very gift to others. With every encounter I have with some one else that arrives in my day, I am that very  gift.

The only question is,  am I “A GIFT” that they want to receive or one that they would rather leave un-opened.   Each moment, each one of us is a gift to the other person, what if we were to treat them as openly and lovingly as our horses treat us.   I know what would happen, our world would change and so would theirs.   Millions of horse people, giving out generous, glorious morning whinny’s all those that come upon their trail.

Be ” THE GIFT’ that you have always wanted to receive.  Give them a WHINNY that they will never forget!

For today, I am going to be the whinny that has delighted my heart for so many years and I am going to use it to put the DELIGHT back in their day as well.

Have a great  WHINNY of a Sunday morning, everyone.

Just start WHINNNNNNING our loud as possible!

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Whinny’s
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Published in: on March 25, 2012 at 12:49 pm  Leave a Comment  

Passions of the heart

For horse crazy people, it is always about the passion.  Do you remember the childhood dreams of owning your very first  pony. The glory of your very first ride.  Mine was on a Welsh pony named Ginger.

However,  sometimes we forget what it was like on that first ride especially when life gets  a little hard, we forget about the wants and desires that we bury a little deeper in our hearts every passing year.

I lost my husband some years back and I stuffed most of those passion, those wants and all those desires away in the deepest parts of my heart.   But is it not funny how the soul really never lets you forget.  They never fully remain completely buried no matter how hard you try, no matter how you have tried to forget them, or how long you remain numb refusing to talk about them any longer.

When you retreat from your deepest hearts desires, you take a lot of your soul with you.  You can leave a lot of your joy, happiness, and love behind, buried along with your dreams.   To leave your dreams hidden is the greatest crime we can hold against ourselves.   To live in joy and happiness is the greatest achievement to honor your own life.    That is what horse people do every day, live there passions, but sometimes we forget.

Today, I say to you DARE TO WANT, DARE TO DREAM, DARE TO LET YOUR PASSIONS LOOSE.

Start first by giving yourself permission to want even if you have to MAKE yourself.   A list of all your dreams even if  you think you can reach them or not, is a great place to start to set your heart on fire.

Next, pick the funkiest,  non-essential want and start gabbing about it.   Tell anyone why you want the darn thing.  Talk until you get to the point they you have tuned-in to the feeling of really wanting it, to the point you know that any second it will be total yours, without a doubt.

Next and the most important, start to watch you heart and soul start to shine, because once you start feeling again, and believing in your desires and dreams, your life will change to be more of what you have always imagined.

Once you start getting your “Want” motor revved up more passions will come more to lite, passion brings joy, joy brings more wanting,  and now you are creating a life on purpose.

Remember to want whatever in this entire world that will bring you pleasure.  Wanting is creating and taking charge of your own life.

Wanting could be as simple as a new show saddle this season that perhaps you have passed up.

Simply just start you list and let me know how you do.   Start, by taking charge and make that list.

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Just  start  WHINNNNNNING  our loud as possible and start a list of your very own!

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The Christmas Stocking

I am off to try find my granddaughters a treasure for a  Christmas present.  Something that they will  talk about for a least the next week or two that her grandma found the greatest gift.  I do have a few ideas in store.  However, as I look over their rooms, I happen to notice that many of the items I have given them in the past are long gone.

It is funny what we think as a treasure.  One Christmas when cash was extremely tight, I asked my husband what was on his Christmas list and he told me he really wanted some new socks.

I thought SOCKS!, well at least I could afford that.

So I got him, 2 packs, with 3 pairs in each pack.  Just some nice black  dress socks for work.

Well, I couldn’t just wrap them and stick them under the tree.  So I wrapped just one and put that under the tree with a hint on were he could find the next one.

He opened the first, only  to find one,  a half of a pair, and read the note on the inside, he was off. with a great, huge, huge smile on his face.

The first one took him out to the wood shed. From there he went to the grain barrel out in the barn, to his Aussie parka, to his car,  the dog house,  his  saddle bags, out to  his workshop he so happily went,  a 1/2 mile hike to the mail box, and on to a treasured adventure that took nearly 2 hours.

That was the leanest Christmas we ever had, and it was also one of the ones that we would talk about years to come. Even after all these years, when I think about how he laughed, I can not help but smile.  Now there is a Christmas gift.

I have to remember that is not about just the gift, but the love that goes behind it.

This Christmas, it is my greatest wish that you find the love in all of your gifts, both those you give and those you receive.

 

Happy Holidays

“Livin “ the Whinny!

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Just be the WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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“Dancing with Horses” a symphony for life

Daily Oats: Food for the horse lovers soul

Within the days of my youth, I would spend hours in the barn just listening. Every time when I would feel lonely or lost, I would head to the barn. Behind the silence of the closed barn doors, was music that captured my heart and soul. Music designed by the occasional hoof beat on the wooden planks on the stall floor, the sound of hay being pulled from a hay feeder, the swish of a long tail, the sound of a heavy breath, and I would try to pause as long as I could to hear the sound of the horses enjoying every morsel of oats.

Bri and Ace

It was within the creation of the symphony “Dance with Horses” that made the troubles of the world that would had totally tied in knots, just melt away, even if it was for only a few moments. The music of the horse, allows the world to stop and allowed me to connect with my soul.

It is called unconditional love. It is funny, that even just standing their eating, or just swishing their tail how their love can bring such piece to our hearts.

What I learned in my youth, I still find great comfort in as an adult. When I find myself in those moments of such loneliness or despair, their is nothing better than a trip to the barn and a few moments of complete solitude with someone that allows me to be totally me.

However,  what I realized is those moments of great despair only occur when I am not returning that same unconditional love to those around me.

It is when I forget to show gratitude for the countess blessing in my life, that devastating loneliness and desperation appear and fill me to the such dept that I can no longer cope. I still love the fact I can go to listen to the music in the barn, hug a horse and get lost for a few moments. However, the trouble with the horse fix, is that sooner or later, I have to return to deal with the same situation before I escaped to listen to the music of the barn.

I do not want to find myself only happy when I am out in the barn. In my life, I want more. I want more of truly matters. Along the way, someone gave  me a gratitude rock . You might have heard of them. Just a rock that you sick in your pocket. Then every time you put your hand in your pocket, you count some of the blessings in your life. It allows the word gratitude to sink into our minds and souls.

At my worst moments, shortly after my husband died, I had to make a list and kept it on the frig. I would read it every time I opened the refrigerator door. Here is a sad fact, but so true of many of us: I learned more about gratitude for my life, after my husbands death than every before.

I no longer want to wait till after some tragic event occurs in my life to show those around me the blessing they are to me. I want to offer than whenever they are around me the Symphony of the “Dancing with Horses: a symphony for life. I want to make sure that they know how much they have captured my soul as well.

For today, I will share the music “Dancing with horses” and the peace that lives within their unconditional love, not only with the horses but with all those that cross my path.

I will “be the Gratitude “to all the Whinnies that capture my heart.

During this Holiday Season, please Remember: BE THE WHINNY  and greet the world like your horse greets you, with unconditional love filled the rafters of your life.

Whinny’s  Roberta

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Published in: on December 9, 2011 at 11:24 pm  Comments (1)  
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The river ride

I am convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends on how we ride our  horse down the trail rather than the trail that we are riding on, and so is life.

It is not the end of the ride that we look forward to, but the ride itself, no matter what trail that may be.

Most of the time, it is not the long rides the a beautiful country road we remember the most, but It is rides across the greatest terrain, the steepest hills, the wider rivers that brings us to the greatest adventures that we will talk about years to come.

It is learning to ride those steepest trails, those rising mountains and the flash floods and rising waters of the rivers, that we arrive at our greatest potential.

So, my wish for you today, is no-matter what is going on in your life, is to also remember to grab a little leather, hang on with every thing that is in you, and ride-BABY ride.

As long as you live to tell everyone that you made it across the river, the ride will always be worth the trip.   Just look for the lesson because you will have gained experience, knowledge and you will have expanded your soul.

Just a Ridin’ for the  WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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Whinny’s Roberta

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Published in: on June 5, 2011 at 12:35 pm  Comments (3)  
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Pony Secrets

My favorite saying:  “You do not have to overcome fear: you just need something more important.”  I believe that to be the horse.

You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.

You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.

What is it that you can not do?  How long have you held that fear in your heart?  How many evenings have you spent in the barn with tears in your eyes, telling the one that would always keep your secret?
I too have told those secrets only to my four legged friends.
You might not believe this, but mine is getting to close to people and I have endless conversations with my horse.: sometimes with tears.
The horse never tells, just understands.

But here is the thing, any fear keeps us away for love. I keeps us separated from who we really are.
I think I will find a human to spend part of the day with today. What do I have to lose and just maybe, I will find a new soul to connect to.  An Idea to share, a love to find, a fellow horse nut to share stories with and perhaps a deep, life long horse lovers connection.

Now,  tell me What’s yours secret fear?   Today, be inspired and tell your fear, face it down and stomp on it.

Love your daily oats Roberta
For today, Whinny with as much Bliss as you can release from your heart. That’s it, let it go, deep from within your soul. No matter what is going on with your life, a few moments connect to your horse and your day will change.

Ready to change your life and really start “Livin “ the Whinny!

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Just be the WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s
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