Along the Dusty Trail

I found this poem on a friends page and thought it might touch a few of you. I hope you enjoy.

Along the Dusty Trail

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s seen some better days,
she’s eating up my profits,
and costs a lot for hay.

Another horse would suit me,
a stronger one at that,
shes seen a lot of miles
just like my cowboy hat.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she helped me herd my steer,
I’m pretty sure shes magic,
I know I hold her dear.

Another horse would suit me,
one that can run fast,
maybe one that’s younger,
or maybe one that lasts.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s long and far in tooth,
my children do remember,
her fondly from their youth.

Another horse would suit me,
a gelding in his prime,
one that needs less fixin’,
that helps me save a dime.

Why, they asked, then keep her?
why not trade her now?
bring her to an auction?
replace her with a cow?

The Rancher’s brow grew heavy,
he took a staggered step,
his eyes did show his hardships,
in wrinkles, as they crept.

His breath, he took in deeply,
as he poised to say his words,
it’s as if the earth grew silent,
that his message should be heard.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
has given me her life,
I wouldn’t trade for anything,
nor either, would my wife.

Another horse would suit me,
and perhaps someday will come,
but this old gal, I love her,
she is the chosen one.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
her service she did lend,
her and I, have seen the years,
this old horse, she is my friend.

Another horse would suit me well,
but her home is here to keep,
I owe her sanctuary,
my love for her is deep.

Another horse would suit me well,
and younger days for me,
and I will keep my promise,
until our last breaths, set us free.”

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I sure hope you are getting ready for the Holiday season: Country style anyway.

Be the envy of your horse loving friends.

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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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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.

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

If you are looking for a way to keep your connection forever, why not try one of Knot-a-Tail’s horse hair bracelets.

Knot-a-Tail  has a very large selection.

Knot-a-Tail’s horse hair bracelets make a great Christmas gift for any horse lover.
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For even more wonderful whinny’,

Visit us at Knot-A-Tail Where your Passion continues!

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Happiness has a Smell

It is 6:30 am and I am off to my sisters for our weekly visit.

I jump on my mustang, or in it I should say: my mustang convertible, RED.

I take the 60  east for about 10 miles and head south.  Yes, of course I had to stop  Starbucks coffee.   Just a simple dark roast, tall with some cream added: way cheaper and a lot less calories.  I just like plain coffee.  Did I say like: I meant LOVE.

Anyway, enjoying my top-down, convertible ride as I head  down the highway when all of a sudden the sweet, sweet aroma fills all my senses.  Next, I find myself, hanging my head over the side the window, with my nose pointed up trying to find out where that wonderful smell is coming from, when I realized what I must look like to the rest of the cars around me.  I only could imagine what a dog must sense when they get a whiff of a familiar smell and up goes there noses, hanging out the window, sniffing the air.  Well, at that moment, that was me, like a old hound dog, sniffing the air.

See most of Arizona does not have grass, so they never have to cut it, no grass, no fresh cut grass smell.  Although I think that hay smells different then fresh cut grass, but it is that fresh hay smell that makes my heart go into the full delight mood.

The smell just filled me with that great fondness of complete contentment.  The smell of freshly cut hay, how it lingers and oh, how I love that smell.    Let the other drivers next to me  think that I look like a dog with my head hanging out the side of my car. I don’t care, I just want to find where that smell is coming from.

I just kept sniffing away, however,  I never did see where that smell came from, but I sure enjoyed the experience. It was a total delight to my senses.

Who else would ever hang their head out the window to see who was putting up hay beside a horse nut,  well maybe a cattleman, but most of those have horses as well.

Here is a hint for a happy life:  treasure even the littlest  things you love.: put you nose up to the sky, take a good sniff and ENJOY!

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

Just WHINNNNNNING out loud as much as possible!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s
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Barn sweetness

I do not want to find myself only happy when I am out in the barn.  Everything in the barn makes me happy, every the crap.  But just a few steps back outside and I can quickly be a goner.

In my life, I want more.  I want  more of  what truly  matters.  Along the way, someone gave to me a gratitude rock .  You might have heard of them.  Just a rock that you stick 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: that deep contentment as if I was in the barn just brushing my horse and my soul is completely  satisfied.

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.

Remember always, be the Whinny and greet the world like your horse greets you, with unconditional love to all the two legged creatures in your life as much as the 4 legged ones.

Sending extra whinnies your way.

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

Just WHINNNNNNING out loud as much as possible!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s
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Cowgirl ways

It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow. So saddle-up and  make sure you take your “dream your own impossible” with you on every  ride.

No matter how difficult the challenge, when we spread our wings of faith and allow the winds of God’s spirit to lift us, no obstacle is too great to overcome.” – Roy Lessin

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. There can be no courage unless you’re scared. – Be inspired with the beauty of the love of a horse and the greatness of your own heart.

Give a horse what he needs, and in return.. He will give you his heart.

Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way. It is the way every Cowgirl learns to ride.

I only wish I was a forgiving to myself as my horse and my dogs are to me.

Do you ever wonder, when you are out by the barn, how such a little bird can make such a beautiful song, like it they were singing just in the joy of seeing you? I am that  tiny bird with my own  big song!

The toughest part of getting to the top of the class, is making sure you at the arena’s gate, the same goes with every cowgirls  life.

Always remember this, you just might need it: You can’t run with the big dogs if you pee like a puppy.

The cowgirl way: Use a short rope, a sweet smile, and a hot brand Laugh loudly, Pray often, Feel deeply, Express fearlessly, Play hard, Work joyously, Commit totally, Touch tenderly, live consciously, Love a horse and Ride like you stole it

News Flash::Horse escapes police and crazy driver after parade

Oh, do I love a parade.

My favorite back home has always been the 4th of July parade.   When I was young, I would stop at nothing to ride in the parade.   One year I rode 35 miles into town, stayed with my horse overnight at the fair grounds, just to ride the in the two mile parade and  another 35 mile ride back home.    Like I said, I so love a parade, but riding in them was the best of all.

One year, my dad drove me to town and as  he waited as I rode in the two mile parade.    That fourth of July,  I had my half Arabian half Quarter horse , Mysti-Phon.   I finished the parade, and we headed back to the truck by the  University of  Wisconsin-Superior football field.

I rode up to the truck,  was just about to  dismount when  a truck drove by and backfired.  At that moment all  heel broke loose.  And I found myself picking my butt off the ground.

In a split second,  Mysti-Phon spun around and  with one gigantic leap, she hit the ground at a dead run.   In horror, I watched her bust through several road block  barriers that were set up for the parade,  slide across the blacktop, leap the sidewalk, by-pass two cars in the University parking lot and run directly between the  University dorms and  disappear from my  site.

Without any hesitation, I leaped into the truck and headed, though that old Ford in first gear, spun a few tires and sent dirt flying  in every direction to chase out after her.   Never did it dawn on me to wait for my dad to get in the truck, or that I was only  sixteen and did not  even have a drivers license yet

After all, I was a country girl, I could drive about any tractor so  an old Ford with four on the floor was nothing.

As I headed past the University, I caught a glimpse of her still in a dead run, heading between two houses and then she crossed over to 21th street.  She ran straight down the road until  a car started honking and trying to wave her down.

Quickly swerving and making a left turn,  she headed  between cars and down the alley.  I watched as she effortlessly jumped a back yard fence,  and moments later  jumping over the front yard fence and onto the sidewalk.   Now she was headed straight up Hammond avenue.

A heavy traveled street.  Nothing seemed to slow her down.  Nothing.

By now, she had already ran for several miles, but that mare had more stamina that any horse that I had every owned.

I came up behind her and hugged the center of the road with my flashers on, as she continue her flight on to 28th street.   She headed down 28th street and headed for the stop lights on Tower Avenue, the busiest street in the entire town.  It was one of only two streets that lead out of town after the BIG parade and traffic was heavy.

All that I could do was watch in ABSOLUTE terror as she headed for the intersection.  It was all happening so quickly, that I  only  had time to mutter a prayer asking God to keep her safe. I just keep repeating “Keep her safe, keep her safe” Over and over.

Through the intersection she went and  I was close behind.   I waited to the last moment to start sounding  my horn.   It was one of the magical moment in your life, when we both went though the intersection on a red lite and we both lived to tell about it.

At the corner of the intersection was a KFC.  Sitting there was an old open-stock  horse trailer with horses from the parade  loaded in side.   Mysti-Phon finally stopped next to the trailer.   The driver just quietly got out of the truck and she walked right up to him.

Unbelievable as it  may seem, everyone was safe and Mysti-Phon did not  have even one scratch on her.

Within seconds,  a police car drove up with my dad inside.   He never did say a word or ask me why I did not wait for him, and lucky for me,  the policeman did not ask me for my drivers license either.

I must have  at least broken a couple of dozen traffic violations that day.

I just happen to remember this story the other day and I had to share.

I never know what  really did spook that mare.  She was almost 6 and had hundreds of road miles under the saddle.  She  was calm under the saddle and always well behaved but what I do remember  most that day was her determination.

Do you know what it takes to get to the next level of your life: the one where your dreams come true and all your goals are well within your reach?

Just 10% extra effort will put you in the upper 95% of the population.  That is correct, only 5% of the  entire world’s population every go after their  dreams strong enough and hard enough to reach them.  Only 5%!

Are you one of  the 5%?

Will you reach your dreams?  Or  have you  already given up on your dreams?

Do you know what it takes to get to those dreams?

PERSISTENCE, CONTINUOUS, EFFORT.

First find some reason from within that will drive you forward like nothing else.  Find that one goal, that one vision that will drive you forward  letting nothing, and no one stop you.

Just  take up the attitude of that mare.

• Do a 180 degree turn right now
  
• Hit the ground at a full run
• Leave all the ones behind that want to haul you off  to where they want you to go
• Dump the one that rides you the most
• Look at the road blocks in front of you and quickly find the fastest way around them
• Don’t follow anyone, make your own path.   No one knows you better than you
• Jump any obstacles that get in your way
• Find enough heart to go the distance
  
• Don’t wait for  someone else to give you the green lite.
  

If you are waiting for someone to give you the green lite to allow you to  to reach for the stars, the magic,  your goals and dreams, to embrace all that there is in this life time, you have a very, very  long wait.

And Never, Never beleive that you do not have what it takes.

If you are livin’ for the whinny, than you have everything it takes to reach all your dreams.

Ready to change your life and “Live “ the Whinny!

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

Let it all go and just be the WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
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The Cowboy’s wife

After some  years into my marriage,  I made a phone call to  three other Horsewomen  I knew. It turns out that the phone call would change my marriage forever.

The phone call went something like this. “I want to start a prayer group to pray for my husband, otherwise I am going to file for a divorce.”

To my surprise, the other three women instantly agreed saying almost the same thing about the Cowboys in their lives.

Within a week, we meet and one of the wives had picked out a book that we might enjoy reading. It was an older book that was out of print and it was hard to find.  The book was “How to be the wife of a happy husband”.  There was also a counterpart to the book, well you guess it,  How to be the husband of a happy wife.

WARNING:: Do not read either of these books unless you are ready to change the person within.

By the time I got to the end of the first chapter, I was in tears knowing just how bad of an ass I had been to my husband.  I had no idea that some of the things I was doing to him in the words of the book “Was castrating him!

I had married a great and very honorable Cowboy, who had proven to me many times over that he would stand his ground, no matter what winds blow our way; protect and provide for his family.  I just had forgot about all those moments as the years had moved forward in our marriage.

What I learned from that book was to take responsibility for my  part in our marriage, both the good and the bad.  What I learned even more is the fact that it was not the marriage that I was unhappy with, but myself and my own life.

At the time, we had money problems, kid problems, horse problems,  and both of us had job problems.  How easy I found it to blame the one person who was the closest to me, my Cowboy.

I spent more than a few nights crying reading that book.  Even more so,  at the prayer group, we spent more time praying for change within ourselves, than we ever did for our husbands.    That book, made me grow-up and become a Real Cowboy’s wife to one of the best Cowboy I ever had the privilege to know.

We spent another 10 years together before he  became sick  with terminal cancer.  I often ask myself, “what if”.   What if I had never read that crazy book.  I think that I would have missed some of the best years of my life.

It is easy, during these trying times, to forget what a blessing we can be as the Cowboy’s wife.  We, as the female around the ranch can be such a blessing  sometimes by saying nothing.

I recommend instead of anger or a fight,  grab your cowboy, your favorite horse, and go for a ride.   Then wait.  Wait for your heart to open and remember that your Cowboy hurts too, even if he will never tell you that.

Here is my  guarantee.  If you open your heart up and forget about the ego trying to make someone right and someone wrong, you will find  the love all over again.

Sometimes. I think I would trade my very soul for one less fight for just one more ride together.   Can you image, if  I had started writing  Daily Oats, when my husband was alive?   I can see us both heading to the barn, letting out more whinys than all of the horses put together.

Today, let the whiny be for someone you love.  Perhaps, someone you need to forgive.  Remember this, if there is someone in your life that you need to forgive, it is usually something within ourselves that we need to forgive first.

Don’t wait, this life does end, so make all our ending the best ones you can imagine.

Charlie, he is a morning whiny, sweetie, just for you.  The biggest one I have got yet.

WWWWWHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

I left out the names of the other Cowboys wives, because I know that at least one of them reads Daily Oats. I am hoping she will say hi.  (hay, Terry, I hope you tell them what you learned)

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
Knot-A-Tail

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Empty Saddlebags

I just wanted to share a quick little story with you.  It is not really about a horse, but it is about a donkey.

One morning a rancher went to the barn to feed all his animals but when he was almost done, he realized he could not find one of his most favorite pets,  his little mini-donkey.  He search the entire farm and had almost given up when he remember the old well out back.  Sure enough his little pet had fallen in.

The rancher tried all morning to figure out how to get him out, but all attempts had failed.  His little friend was just too stuck.   The rancher did not want the little guy to suffer, so he started to fill in the hole.   He shoveled the entire afternoon and well into the late moon lit hours of the night.  The hole was deep.  Just about the time, he thought he should be almost completely done, he  saw his little buddy.  Each time the rancher tossed in another shovel full of dirt, the little guy would shake it off and step up.   The rancher quickly started shoving faster and within a few minutes, his buddy had reached the top and jumped out.

I know what you area saying about now, “no way”, well you are correct however, it is a life lesson that I have to keep close at all times lately.

I don’t know about you, but for me, during these trying economic times,  I too have had to learn the “shake if off and step on up” dance, even when it seemed to beyond practical, even when others around me were telling me to give up.

Here is what I have stood my Cowgirl boots upon every step of the way.

“Cowgirls who aim to achieve great things, defeat long odds, ride great horses, become legends,  didn’t have anything I do not  have.    They just kept showing up, expecting a miracle, long after everyone else got practical. ”

I just keep reminding myself,  to shake all the dirt, manure, and crap off my old “AS…. kickin’ as it gets boots” and Cowgirl-up.   I find it extremely easy to remember  what I have lost then to look at all my blessing and remember exactly which trail I want to lope down next to make sure I reach my dreams.

I was recently told that it is the “choosing” that is easy, it is the standing still,  the  “not choosing that is the hardest part of anyone’s life. When I find myself standing still,  forgetting exactly who I am, and not  finding a way to move forward, my life becomes even more difficult.   Worse yet  is that hope for any change lacks any kind of passion. It turns into more of  a state of wishful thinking, and unfortunately, wishful thinking will never have the power to change anyone’s world.

Join me,  today,  saddle-up and chose your own trail to ride , the one  that will take you to your life’s passion. The one that you have dreamed of  for so long.   Start by emptying your saddle bags of all the crap that you have carried for so long,    mount up and ride,  girl ride.     Today, choose to leave all the crap behind, shake if all off and step-up.

Right now:  be the WHINNY of your own life and bring out the true Cowgirl in you:  the passionate one that knows her own heart and will do whatever it take to reach her dream.    This is easy, remember the two-step: shake, and step, shake and step, no matter how much crap life dumps on you.

Change your life and “BECOME” the Whinny! Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Now, let me hear it, WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

When all else fails, turn on some music and “shake-step ::: shake- step ::: shake-step.

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul
Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
Knot-A-Tail

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I would be so excited if you will join us.   Shake, step :: shake :: step

My herd of favorite horse lover’s quotes

Daily Oats: Food for the horse lover’s soul

This is a collection of quotes that I have used on the Knot-A-Tail Facebook page. Most of them are mine, but a few others have joined the herd as well. I hope you enjoy them.

Within the warmth of my horse’s breath, I will find the air that I need to live today, I will find the wind to fly to the heights of my dreams, I will find the one I am meant to be.

As I gather my horse’s mane and get ready to ride, we become one. It is only within that power and love beneath me, that I dream my greatest dreams.

There is nothing that makes its’ way more directly into my soul than beauty of a horse and the love from their heart.

Today’s words are  tomorrow rides,  so chose wisely or you  may find yourself face first in the dirt.

I am thankful for this day of life, for eyes to see the sky, for ears to hear the birds, for feet to walk amidst the trees, for hands to pick the flowers from the earth, for a sense of smell to breathe in the sweet perfumes of nature to appreciate the magic of everyday miracles within the love of all my  four legged friends.

Horseman don’t ever buy a horse expecting it to be your last one.

Worrying is like riding an ass, you use most of your energy up but you never get anywhere.

Do you ever wonder, when you are out by the barn, how such a little bird can make such a beautiful song, like it they were singing just in the joy of seeing you? Whenever, I am around my horses, I feel like a tiny bird with a big song with the love from such a pure heart.

Who ever said “I would not know what to do with a million dollars” never owned a horse.

Hold on to what is good, even if it’s a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe, even if it’s a tree that stands by itself. Hold on to what you must do, even if it’s along way from here. Hold on to your faith, even if it’s easier to let go and above all else hug the heck our of your horse.

Surgeons General Warning: Horses are expensive, addictive, and may impair the ability to use common sense.

Use what talent you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best. When I head for the barn in the morning, I always feel like a tiny bird with a BIG song in my heart. I also pretend the world will hear me with  smiles, love and laughter.

Dear Lord, may I never be too old to stop smiling when I hear a whiny, my foot in the stirrup, the warmth of my saddle, the feel of the reins in my hands and my head laying against the warmth of my horses’ heart.

It only takes one idea, one second in time, one friend, one dream, one leap of faith, one kind thought to a friend, or even perhaps only one more ride  to take you to all your dreams and change everything,  forever.

I am a Cowgirl, and I can fly without wings. I just climb on my favorite stead, and close my eyes. I know he will take me to places I have never been. I may not have been to Congress or to World but I know that,  it is within my horse’s heart guided by the eyes of the lord that this is greatest love there has ever been.

“Cowgirl up” is an expression that means to rise to the occasion, not to give up, and to do it all without whining or complaining. It is easy to say Cowgirl-up, it is the champions of their horse’s heart  that live up to it.  A cowgirl is the  champion of her life.

Being A horse-A-holic might be the only time that it is perfect to be in the middle of a life long addiction.

Dear Lord, How can I every thank you for lending me the love of a horse that brings such happiness, and lite to my very soul for within their love, you have created my own heart.

Remember, a Cowgirl’s heart always has a heart full of hope and a life full of laughter.
Be the whinny Just because it feels so damn good!

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
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Consistency

Daily Oats: food for the horse lovers soul

Do you know what makes a great horse?  Consistency in what they do.   How I love a ranch horse that will get the job done every time, no matter what.

When you are training a horse, no matter what the age, everything we do matters. What I have learned is that the same is true with my own lives.

Every single thing we do in our life, every moment, every second, every thought, every deed, it all matters. Just think about even the simple stuff  like going for a walk, talking to you horse, a hug, the touch of a welcoming hand, cooking dinner, or reading the latest horse journal, it all adds up into what makes you.  Add every second up,  add up every moment, and you will see that everything  matters.

What does matters mean? I mean that it all adds up, all of our actions have an effect on our state of mind now and in the future.

Just think how you learned to ride or how you train your horse. Every moment that we are with them, we are teaching them something, good of bad. Every moment we are with them adds to their very personalities and how they respond to us.

When I train, I make sure I stay in the moment and pay attention to every clue. Every action I take  has a reaction. My hands, my grip, m leg position, my thoughts, the turn of my head, the position of my arm and wrist, or how about the very fact that if I just tighten up the muscles in my butt, my horse will know it.

Every thing matters. It all adds up on how my horse turns out and what they become. The more consistent I am, the faster and the better they will learn. Every moment matters.   The consistency in my training, my thoughts, my responses, creates not only their life but mine as well.

The same applies to each and every one of us. Every thought, good or bad, every action, right or wrong, every deed, adds up into making up our life. My point is this, train yourself as hard and as focused as your work your own horse, stay in the moment,  focused on your  goals and dreams  and the rest will take care of itself.

I have a habit of going to the barn, training with directed focus and then heading back to the house and moan about my life, about the parts that I feel are not working. And do you know what happens?   Absolutely nothing positive. I just learn to moan a little louder until someone else is within shouting distance so they can hear me as well.

My goal for today is to stay focused. Cowgirl-up with out any moaning. I want change, and staying in “the training” is the only way to get the “great ride” for  my own life. I just need to remember to tell my ego to back off and find the more positive me that I love to have come out.

So, for today, will you join me?  Do not let that your ego (that un-broke colt that never listens,  the one that runs right over the top of you getting whatever it wants).  Do not let that un-broke colt  in  your mind run your life today.  Not today!

Let positive change happen, with focused training. I know this is not easy, but do you know what, neither is training a horse. If it was easy everyone would be able to do it.  Just apply the same rules to your own life and remember, everything you do MATTERS!

With the love of our horses and this amazing life we have chosen, let the positive you  take  you beyond any life you  could ever  imagine.

Now, here we go WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!

Remember to always greet yourself, like your horse greets you, with an open, forgiving heart.

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Love Roberta

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