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Sweet Potato
I was riding my black gelding in the outdoor arena. It was mid-July, about two o’clock in the afternoon. The sun was unforgiving. The sand glowed white in the heat. The air was as still as death.…

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Breathe
Air powers the spirit. When breathing becomes constrained, the power is lost. It is easy to breathe in a short, shallow sort of way, where we only allow the air into the top of our lungs. Often,…

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The Weather
I grew up in a religious household. I dislike the term ‘cult’, we did things by my Mother’s best idea of what felt right to her, spiritually. Having moved out, I often hear about the “Patriarchy” but…

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Miso Soup
Sometimes, you meet a horse that is special. I have known a lot of horses, but this one, he changed my heart. He was one of the best horses I ever sat upon. Every ride with him,…
