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!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

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Horses are the language of the soul

I beleive a horse speaks directly into our soul, instantly bypassing, beyond the everyday suffering and pain of human endurance, and migrate directly into our beating hearts.

We, horse lovers, both feeling that wisdom and holding it close, perceive their beauty, their trust, their unconditional love as on of our greatest life’s treasures.

Within a horse’s open hearts, we allow ourselves to gather the love we have stuffed beneath the surface, all the passion of our unfulfilled dreams and all of our “so called” forbidden emotions to finally allow them to surface.

Bringing forth, what we have always had within us, the ability to offer love with nothing in return but finding more than we ever expected, especially from within ourselves, to experience within a lifetime.

We have the greatness for the EXPANSION of our hearts and soul into the purest  love mankind can offer, UNCONDITIONAL, and all captured with a horse’s heart.

It becomes the language of the horse lover’s soul and the hoof beats on their heart.

Published in: on August 23, 2010 at 6:53 pm  Comments (1)  
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Never barrel race your pleasure horse

It has rained for three days just prior to the our club’s yearly horse show.  Everything was under water when we arrived.   A few of the men rounded-up some shovels and dug  some trenches to help drain the water from the Arena.

I hung out with a few other riders, and we sat along side of the arena, just waiting for someone to hit the dirt.  We were actually taking bets on which  rider would be the dirtiest by the end of the day.   Not good, I know, but this was in my younger, more naive days.

After each event, we  would giggle and carry on, just knowing by the end of the day, someone would be wearing that mud.

It was one of those days, that my seasoned pleasure  horse was doing fairly well, and I was in for the running of the high point trophy, which meant that I would have to game my pleasure horse if I wanted to take  the “All Around Trophy’ home.

I found a snaffle bit for  Punky and we  were  in for a fun afternoon of playing games.

I could not beleive it, but by the end of the day, the two of us had taken ribbons home in every event and a lot of them were Blue.

It was the last event and  because of a timer malfunction, I was about to be the last rider of the day and no one had hit the dirt yet.   Our names were called, we were up and off I went.   I plowed reined that pleasure horse around the first barrel and then the second.   The  mud was bad, but I heard the crowd cheering us on  as I can out of the second turn.  Without thinking,   I slapped  that horse to make him move just a little faster.

Big mistake. We rounded the last barrel, and with mud flying in every direction, that old pleasure horse just decided he was going to get the heck out of there and to my great surprise,  he dug in and  scooted for home.  He dug into the mud for all he was worth.  I never in my life saw that old guy run so fast, ever.

It was amazing, unfortunately,  in that  instant, we departed company.

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I was sitting on the ground, in the worst mud puddle of the all, dug deep from every horse  digging into that third turn.   I was covered from head to toe, no clean spots left,  my long dark brown hair dripping and caked entirely  with mud.

The next thing I saw  was my friend Danny was  ponying back  my horse.   His  clean cowboy hat dipped very low to hide his face and  the fact that  he just couldn’t stop  laughing.

The only thing I hurt was my pride so I picked up my mud socked hat,  shock off as much mud as I possible could and climbed back into the saddle dripping with mud.  I turned to  wave good-bye to a cheering crowd and started to laugh my head off.

That day as stuck with me for 40 years.

This was a perfect demonstration of manifesting what we think about in our lives.

Do you know what the Moral of the  story is?

Be careful of what you wish for, you just might get it, even if it is a mud bath wished for someone else.

Thoughts becomes things, so think the good ones.

Change your life think about how great a morning whinny makes you feel,   and “BECOME” the Whinny!

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

Now, let me hear it, WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

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Published in: on March 31, 2010 at 8:29 pm  Comments (1)  
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Horse Crazy

Daily Oats: food for the horse lover’s soul

I am guessing that you came to this blog, you are a little horse crazy.  You even may find yourself laughing at these, but what is even funnier, is that they are all so true.   Let me know if there is even one that does not ring true.  I have personally been through each and every one of these.

  • Look all day for a  laundry mat with out the  sign : not allowed to wash horse blankets”
  • Have been asked “Do you love your horse more that me?”
  • End the relationship the second time they ask that same question “Do you love your horse more than me?”
  • Yell, Whoa  when they have to slow down fast in their cars
  • Rubberneck when a horse trailer goes by
  • Take more picture of your horses then family
  • Muck out stalls and eat at the same time
  • Clean tack on the living room carpet and complain about the stains left from saddle soap and leather oil
  • Call barn chores therapy
  • Call horse shows group therapy
  • Cluck when you want your car to go faster
  • Pay the horse insurance before  car insurance
  • Take the horse to the vet when sick, but never go to the doctor themselves
  • Are more than willing to use the whip, and crop on the horse and their partner
  • Have ever nutritional supplement for their horse while they eat fired cheese curds and fair food
  • Spend more on their show saddle then then their own entire closet of clothes
  • Works harder and more hours after they come home from their  “job “
  • Call this all A “hobby” that they could never live without

Well, do all these describe you as well?

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Published in: on December 13, 2009 at 6:04 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Iron Shod Feet

Daily Oats:  Food for the horse lover’s soul
The hooves of horses!
Oh! witching and sweet
Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet;
No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird,
Can stir me as much as hooves of horses
Have stirred.
~Will H. Ogilvie

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Published in: on December 10, 2009 at 2:29 am  Leave a Comment  
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Ground Tied

Daily Oats: food for the Horse lover’s soul.

I have learned the greatest life lessons, simple by watching how my horses behave.

A while a back I saddled-up my favorite horse, our stallion Dee’s Sundown,  I put my foot in the stirrup and I  slipped.  I fell under  Sunny.  I hit the ground so old that I broke my knee cap.  I had my feet on one side on my head on the other.  I look to the left, front feet and to the right hind right, and me and my broken leg in between.

I called for my son  who was just over in the round pen.  He ran over and for the life of him, he tried to get Sunny to side step,  but he would not move,  not a muscle.  Sunny, knew what my son was asking, he had done it thousands of times, but no matter what my son tried, Sunny would not budge.

Out of desperation, my son went and got the small tractor with the front end loader, and  helped me pull my self clear.   Sunny never moved the entire time, not even with the tractor bucket just inches from his legs:  not one step, not one foot.

Every horseman as been a position where they knew they were about to be in harms way.  I was in one of  those  moments, extremely deep in  harms way.  My friend knew I was in trouble and he held fast.  What it meant to me that day, to have  Sunny not move a muscle.

That is what I want to be, in these hard times to my friends.  Ground-tied with unwavering belief  knowing  they need me more than anything  else, more than anywhere where I could possible go or anything else I could possibly do at that moment.  The moments that they are in harms way.

What a difference I could make in a friend’s life, to be unwavering in just how I listen to them, without offering advice, or say sorry, but I got to go, but just ground tie-up until they are completely out of harms way.

I am going to be that Ground-tied friend the next time a friend is in trouble.

If we can learn the same lessons we teach our horses, how much change could we  bring  into  the world?

I have learned the lesson:  just what it is to be totally ground-tied.

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Published in: on December 9, 2009 at 3:09 pm  Comments (4)  
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Sweet nickers

I think I am like a Tea bag, I never know my own strength until I am hot water and around here, trust me I can get in a lot of hot water.

Just for today, I think I will add a Little Honey, just to sweeten thing up a little.

How about you, can you find the sweetness in you life. Besides, there is nothing as the sweetness of the  morning nicker from my horses.

So go to the barn and get yourself a morning nicker and have a very Sweet day.   No matter how much hot water you may thing you are in just one nicker from your favorite horse and all your fears will melt away.

Love Roberta

Published in: on December 6, 2009 at 5:38 pm  Leave a Comment  
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