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.”


 

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

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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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

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.
Horse lovers horsehair bracelets by Roberta at Knot-a-Tail

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’,

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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!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

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Check this out. Great find for any horse lover

Every week I get a new horse photo, and they are always very nice.
  The horse photos are just fun to find in my mail box.  Enjoy!!
Hope all is off to a great start for the Holiday season.
Whinnys Roberta

Photo for December 12, 2014

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” ~ Edith Stilwell

   Well there is no denying it, winter is here! It has been snowing all week here and it is white and beautiful outside…
Please visit my Gallery of winter images, use the password wintergallery. If any of my Northeast friends would like to ride or model in the snow for me, please get on touch, I’m game if you are!

Have a great weekend and stay warm!


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Why I like horses

Why do I like horses?

I think I must be mad.
My mother wasn’t horsey – And neither was my dad.
But the madness hit me early – and it hit me like a curse.
… And I’ve never gotten better. In fact I’ve gotten worse.
I hardly read a paper – but I know who’s sold their horse.

And I wouldn’t watch the news – Unless Mr. Ed was on, of course.
One eye’s always on the heavens – but my washing waves in vain
As I rush to get the horses in – in case it’s gonna rain.
I spend up every cent I’ve got – on horsey stuff for sure
I buy saddles, bridles, fancy boots – and then I buy some more.
I can’t sew on a button – I don’t even try

But I can back a truck and trailer – in the twinkling of an eye.
It’s jeans and boots that I live in night and day
And that smell of sweaty horses just doesn’t wash away.
I ache from long forgotten falls. My knees have got no skin.
My t…oes have gone a funny shape – from being stomped on again and again.
But late at night, when all is still – and I’ve gone to give them hay,
I touch their velvet softness and my worries float away.
They give a gentle nicker and they nuzzle through my hair
And I know it’s where my heart is – more here than anywhere.
~ Author Unknown
Published in: on December 24, 2010 at 1:20 pm  Comments (3)  
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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!!


Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

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On Horse’s wings

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I am the light within your days
I am the desires that inspires your life
I am the completion you have searched for
I am the wings of  angels for  you to  ride

I am the gentleness in your hands
I am the heartbeat that you hear
I am the holder of your tears
I am the wings of  angels for  you to  ride

I am how you climb the mountain
I am how you follow your dreams
I am the love you have learned to give
I am the wings of  angels for  you to  ride

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Change your life and be 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 January 29, 2010 at 1:41 pm  Comments (2)  
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Facing fear in the roundpen

Daily Oats: Food for the horse lovers soul

About 20 years ago on my birthday in fact, on my calendar was a famous quote.  I tore it off the calendar and I still have it posted in my office.

“It is not length of life, but depth of life.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

I believe he was talking about a life with horses.  I know that the relationships that I have had with my horse as added an endless about of depth and with to my own life.

I know that over the years I have heard horror stories on how so many cowgirls have viewed their horses as saving their lives from  the horrors of their childhood.  When everyone around them was failing, their horse, their best friend, never left their side and never let them down.   Perhaps their stories have stayed with me so deeply all there own, because I have a similar story.

Many  times in my youngster days, have  I experience  intense loneliness in the belief that my  horse as the only one  in the world that not only loved me, but the only one that would ever  know me or understand me.

Is that how you fee as well?  How  would our own hearts have ever healed without them allowing us to share our lives together.   They  actually teach us how to love.  They begin to crack us open with unconditional love.

I know that I need to split my heart wide open to its fullest degree however, that takes courage.   Anytime that I find myself shutting  down and closed off  to my heart, I know it is because I am just too afraid.   I am afraid of some form of loss that creates the fear within me.  Fear is  the one common element behind every  human emotion.

It is a far simpler life and far less scary  to love a horse than to love another human being with the same openness and understanding.  As sad as that might be, it is astoundingly true.

I know that I close down fearing death.  Yesterday,  a family member told me they have cancer.  I have felt deep anger since and I know it is just fear raising its ugly head and  my ego telling me to flee.

I love training horses to overcome their fear.  The very first instinct of the horse is to flee,  and I know that same applies to me at this moment.  I have spent hours,  even days allowing them to have a  safer, happier and better  life by finding a way to let them face their fears head on.  I am thinking at this moment, how much time have I spent doing the same for me.

For today,  I will apply some more round pen training for myself.  I want the greatest width to my life as I possible can achieve.  I will stand in the round pen and face with an open heart all that comes.

Fear is part of life, but the greatest loss is not getting in the round pen to allow our hearts to face their greatest fear and learn to love completely.

I am going to head for the round pen,  so when  you hear an extremely  loud whinny today and it is not one of your horses, it is just me letting the world know that I totally ready to greet them with all my heart.

Won’t you  take a trip to the round pen with me ?

Here we go WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!

Boy I feel better, no wonder why a horse loves to whinny.  It simply feels good.

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Published in: on January 7, 2010 at 4:12 pm  Comments (6)  
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Santa and the Christmas Horse

NEWS FLASH::

Santa takes the World Champion horse show

(C) by Roberta Edstrom

In the moonlight on this perfect Christmas  morn
But a step in the frozen snow should I take,
when to ears I hear my horse morning nickers
Still dark so the outline of the barn I can hardly make

I know my eyes weren’t  deceive’n
I notice the barn door slightly a jar
Who and the heck, whos been so stupid
………………..My horses just must be a  freezin’

I gabbed the barn door
still as mad as a thorny old thistle
There in the moonlight of the upcoming day
What the heck, what is this I see?
For Christmas, did my wife buy me a fancy new sleigh?

When out of nowhere, something I did hear
Wait a minute, low sounds come to my ear
To my horses a man  was softly a talkin’
Was that the horns of a reindeer?

The stallion, his ears forward and being so alert
Looked just like he know what the old man had to say
As I grabbed for a pitch fork, “Hey, you there”
“You better get away from my big dark Bay”

Tressspassin’? Deadly offense
“What the hell do you think you’re a doin’?”
“Who gave you permission?”
Stop right there, mister, you better not be a movin’

Just who might you be anyway?
A red suit, don’t Santa you make
“Did you bring that animal here just to eat,
……………………………while we’re all in the house mostly asleep?”

That weird looking animal eatin’ all my darn hay
By gosh, even Santa would know it cost half my pay
you better darn well replace  it

……………on here, this Christmas day!

Quick could be, he turned around and looked right at me
Even half asleep, I knew him right away
It surely looked like Santa
can you believe this, him!……Santa makin’ off with my hay!

He looked me right in the eye
and in a loud voice, “I ain’t stealin that hay!”
Louder he told “Listen up here young Cowboy”!
I really got to borrow that big dark bay

My reindeer, Rudy, ya know
He complainin’, says it’s  just too harsh n’cold
to fly anymore in this year’s heaviest snow
And now, that damn old fool, well, he just refuses to go

I got presents to deliver, moments are passin’!
Children sent thousands of letters
Make it clear now Cowboy,  I have to get goin’
I ain’t standing here listen to  your mouth me a’ trashin”

That stud of yours,
Man, he looks to be mighty fine
If we sprinkle him with some flying dust
Then we could hock him to that sled of mine!

I though to myself
This old man has to be half nuts
If he only knew, I still walk with a limp
When that old stud kicked my leg as he aimed for me butt!
My shoulder sure been a hurtin’
since he me toppled me over just to get in
He bits me nearly every damn day
As I givin him a flake of …….expensive alfalfa hay

He has stomped on my foot
I’ve been told the farrier won’t ever come back
If it wasn’t for his champion filly’s
I would never cut that bay any slack

It takes me near an hour
to get him all saddled and tacked
And then it’s a darn fight
till the moment we get back

Like most of us men
He’s got no concentration
Snortin and Buckin all the darn time
Just tryin to get any filly’s attention

Well now, I got me a lot of other fine quality colts
So I started to wonder if this old man
what kind of trade for that dark old bay
Don’t think I would much miss that stubborn old goat

Ready to deal, I stared down that old Santa
and asked “So just what are you thinkin?”
By the way, What good is a reindeer
“Does that red nose ever stop blinkin’?

My old stud, I said” A class act, a world champion stallion
For Santa wouldn’t look at anything less
Seemed pretty strange, even bugged me a little
For that old stallion was really quite a pitiful mess

I giggled as he threw in elves toppin’ off the bargin
One year of no chores for me and the wife
A little cash n’ he’d  leave me all those Christmas  presents
I  thought I just made the greatest deal of my life

Well, will you just look at that darn horse of mine
Santa was quite the horseman
With a whisper and a wink of an eye,
that dark bay harnessed in no time!

In his bright red suit, he tossed up magical dust,
just like that, all four feet started flyin
That old man, smartly cracked that long whip
Oh my God, could this truly be the real St. Nick

Rudy and me just stood there stupidly lookin’
Wow, my old stallion flying and pulling that sleigh
I was a proud as could be,
That old dark bay was finally good fo somethin’

I remember it so, as being such a great Christmas
The elves, all my barn chores now their a doin’
For me, can you imagine,
For a year, no poop would I be a movin’

My cowgirl she too is mighty happy too
For ever since last Christmas
Not much has either one of us been doin’
but together, we here in the house sittin’ just a chillin’

Months passed, summer came and gone
Fall ‘s around the corner, but what I want, real real bad
Takin’ a horse to that world championship show
Ain’t taken that reindeer even if he is all that I had

For now, Rudy, reindeer, all I have to ride
and By God, make note, he is so damn slow
most of the time, he just refuses to go
and be fully aware, reindeer  ain’t got no power sterrin’

Lately, I been gettin’ kind of lazy and fat
Mornin’ paper, every day I now get to see
While the elves do all my ranchin’ for me
Wait one darn minute,  This truly can’t be

What to my wonderin’ eyes do I see
Blue ribbion on haning side of a red truck on a stick

Please, don’t tell me after just one year,
this surly really can’t  be my old bay and Mr. St Nick

There in the headlines, the story be told
“Tired reindeer my AS_! ” How could this be
A reindeer, cheap gifts, elves, my priceless stud had been sold
How Santa just made a complete fool out of me

That red suited old man,
On my favorite old stud did he ride
Wouldn’t you know
They completely won the entire
…………………………………….World Championship show!!

What else can I say,  but

……………………………………………………………………………GO, SANTA , GO

(C) by Roberta Edstrom

Happy Holidays

Remember, just be the whinny

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Within the sadness

Daily Oats: Food for the horse lovers soul

Just in case you are wondering, I do read all of y0ur emails and all of your post on my Facebook  page.   At the moment, in these hard times, the messages can be extremely difficult.  So many of you are struggling in one way or another.

I want to as gently as I can and remind you that your life is a choice.   We can choose to remain with the sadness of our problems or focus on a solution.   I know from personal experience that it is far easier to remain in that comfort zone that  grips us  and keeps us bound within that very sadness for years  or even a lifetime if we let it consume us.

Back in the 1960’s, don’t laugh at how old I am,  is when I got my first horse.  I had begged and pleaded for a horse to ride every day.  I would ride anything that even somewhat resembled a  horse, including the railing on the front porch of  our house.  I would watch  My friend Flicka every Saturday morning and Bonanza on every Sunday evenings. It is the only present that I every ask for on my birthday and Christmas.

We were extremely poor so buying a horse was not very high on the priority list,  but the neighbor, Sherman Peterson, had horses.   Sherman  saw how much I loved them.  I would go to visit his horses every chance I got. Sometimes, he would even take me for a ride.  It was Sherman, that brought to our house one Easter Sunday afternoon a  rich dark bay  Welsh pony that we named Ginger.

She was a beauty. Long and lean with a large white blaze and two white hind stockings.  Her body was a deep rich reddish brown with lots on Black highlights.  To me, she was the prettiest horse on the face of the earth.  She was the sweetest thing

Although he brought her for the family, I considered her mine.  I rode her everywhere.  I never even owned a saddle, just jumped  on and went for a ride.   Nothing else mattered, just another day that brought me the chance  to be with her and ride.  To  explore the world from the back of a horse was all I ever dreamed about.

Within a few years,  my sister bought herself a mare called Chesty.  We rode all over the entire  neighborhood, sometimes for the entire day.   Our fencing was not the greatest, and one night the horses got  lose and made their way to the highway.

It was early in the morning when everyone was still in bed when I heard the phone ring and my dad answered it.   I heard him ask which one got hit.  I through on some clothes and started running down the mile long dirt road towards the highway.

I can still to this day feel the terror that was running through my mind,  my heart beating so fast that I could hardly breath and  I can still feel the coldness of the tears running down my face.   My dad passed me in the truck as he continued toward the highway, yelling at me to go home.   I continued for the highway,  I  was early winter and it was extremely cold outside.

I froze in my tracks,  my knees buckled  and I fell to the ground as I heard the fire from a rifle.  It was  just one shot but a shot that I can still hear to this day.

Like so many other, I do not deal with death very well, but it was not until after the death of my husband, that I learned not to stay in the sadness.  He died at the age of 42 from cancer.  At the time,  it was my choice to just retreat and stay in my own world.  A world  that continued to grow smaller and smaller, until it almost consumed me.

I have learned  now that it truly  was my choice.  In my self-consuming state of mind, I saw no way out and the sadness that consumes many of us, captured my heart and denied me access to the love of those around me.  It was not them, it was me.

No matter, what kind of  lose you have  at this moment, a family member, a financial lose, or ever the lose of your beloved horse,  I just want to remind you that it is our own choice on how long  you stay in the grips and belief that others do not understand or care what we are going through.

For me, I had to just get up. I had to re-start my life and comes to terms with  his  my husband’s death.

It is hard to see so many, posting and emailing me that  their horses are the only thing in their  life that keeps them  going.  At some point, like me you will find out that not only is that not enough, it is not true.

I just would not let anyone else in anymore.  It was fear that kept me bound within that overwhelming sadness.  It was my choice,  just like now, it is yours.  Choose to continue to open your heart and see the beauty around you once more.

It was far easier to not let anyone else in my life, then facing the possibility  that I might open my heart again and lose someone else, but that is not living.

It is not grabbing this life by the horns and hanging on for the ride.

It is not getting up, dusting yourself off and  jumping  back in the saddle, heading down the road just to see what the hell is around the next corner, the next road, the next trail.   It is certainly not riding the saddle of life.

It is not being all that you are ever  capable of being.  Is that not what you have been looking for your whole life?  Is that not what you ask yourself every time you look in the mirror?   Why am I here?  Who am I?

Just for today,  even if that is all that you have left within you, choose to live life for all that it is worth.  We are all stronger than what we believe. Dust yourself off, and go do one thing on your  bucket list  (What I want to do before I die).   It is Cowboy and Cowgirl-up time with out any  more Bull shit!

During this holiday time, find someone who needs you and share part of your life, your story, your horse,  but most of all, remember it is OK to share your heart.   Not only with your horse, but with the world around you.

Remember, just be the whinny,  they always have their heart open for us.

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

Roberta Edstrom

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