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What? I Cannot Do That!

2 Sep

“What do you mean, I have to change my life style?” I asked with tears involuntarily forming in my eyes.

“Jill, you are a human, not a supernatural character.  You have to take it slower, much slower,” my doctor continued to click on the computer keys our conversation.  It had to be documented.  I was warned, he had protocol to follow, and I would need to accept his conclusion.

I left the office defeated. An apple asked to change its purpose, water not allowed to roam free, or a horse never allowed to gallop- I was truly trapped.

How does one change their life style like a flick of the switch. I could not turn off this light. It burned too deeply.  I could not have heard worst news then the dreaded C word.  My life was in danger and it needed to be changed.

I had to work less, de-stress, smell the roses, eat better, and find joy instead of trouble.  How could I lighten a load that I knew would be too much for anyone else to do, until my instructors suggested that they do  the scheduling of their lessons.  Then I had friends offering to feed the horses in the morning, then my students were coming over to clean the stalls, and I found my heart brimming with joy.  My load had been lightened with no work on my part.

They carried my burden and for that I am not only eternally grateful, but considerably more healthy.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27

Do you need a life style change? Try to smell those roses.  Delegate your work load. Give up that control and let others help you carry the burden you were never supposed to carry in the first place!


Raising Dreams

23 Jun

He was a tall, distinguished man.  He drove to the barn in a beautiful European sports car.  He was impeccably dressed and he insisted on hiring grooms to handle his horses.  He had five.  He loved to fox hunt and he would drive to the location of the hunt and someone would be there to meet him with the horse of his choosing.

That’s why I was shocked to see him at the barn at six o’clock in the morning.  He had khaki’s and a polo shirt.  He had pulled a cap on his head and I hardly recognized him.  He came to the ring and was watching me ride.  A perpetual early bird, riding first thing in the morning is always the best way to start off any day.  He stood at the rail and watched me riding.  I pulled up and we exchanged pleasantries.  He told me that he had bought yet another horse.  I was surprised.  He shared that he would like to have that special relationship that he saw so many of the riders had with their horses.  He then said that watching me ride made him envious, it seemed that we were one with each other.

Fearful that I would offend him, I offered my observations about what he was looking for.  He was searching for a relationship with his horses.  That every good horse person I understands that it is only established through the good, bad, hard, easy, enlightening, frustrating rides on a horse.  It is grooming your horse and handing over carrots with their tops on, peeled apples, and molasses drizzled on ginger snaps.  It is riding with persistence and determination to be a team, a partner with the horse, and that anything short of that hard work will never lead to a relationship that will be unlike any other.

He looked at me quizzically.  It was an epiphany.  No one had explained it to him like that.  A horse was like one of his cars.  Boredom or lack of a connection lead him to exchange horses.  He asked if I would help him to understand horses better.

Are you on the verge of giving up on a project, horse, friend, relationship, horse, pony, etc.?  Consider the lessons missed, the relationship building, and a deeper character being formed. 

Be inspired, full of hope, claim your prize-  Believe.  I believe and know that you are an overcomer.  Trust not in yourself, but in God Almighty.  Ask Him to show the lessons that need to be learned and most importantly ask that you are always willing to do what is hard- change.

Check out Raise Your Dreams Farm Facebook.  See our special children riding, overcoming, and becoming empowered on a horse.

Want to help more special children and adults? Please post your unwanted tack, riding apparel, horse related items, etc.  Selling a horse or a pony? Consider posting on http://www.anythingforhorseandrider.com.


Lazy hands make for poverty, but diligent hands bring wealth  Proverbs 10:4Image

Julia and Pumpkin

5 Dec

Julia is horse crazy.  She fell madly in love with Pumpkin.  Pumpkin was in need of love too.  He found it in this funny, hopeful, loving young woman named Julia.  This is her account in her own words.  Enjoy it!


I don’t know what it was about that little horse that attracted me, but for a whole summer I was obsessed. Maybe it was his fear of people that made me want to help him to trust again, or maybe it was his past that caused me to want to give him something better to live for. But whatever it was about him, he stole my heart. I don’t know who named him but because of them I now walk around calling everything “Pumpkin”. Even to my cat, I unknowingly say “Hi Pumpkin”. It has become a term that I often use as a nickname for an animal close to me. I think if his name had still been Dawson that is what I would be calling everything “Dawson”.

Pumpkin suits him so much better though. He just ambles around much like a pumpkin, a little, plump orange thing. He is the sweetest thing though. Always comforting people and horses alike. He is friends with everyone, even Hershey.   The high strung Thoroughbred, is always calm and relaxed around Pumpkin. You can’t be angry, or upset, or too excited around him because his personality just rubs off on you and makes you relax.

He wasn’t always the clam one though. When he first arrived you couldn’t get near him in the field without him taking off. He would run and usually it would take several people to herd him into a corner to capture him. I saw this and it struck me that he needed help, to be able to trust that people wouldn’t hurt him. So I took it upon myself to help him. It took time of course, as with anything with horses. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one helping him though. But I did feel some sort of connection when I was with him. Like I was telling him he could trust me and in some, strange, twisted way, he listened. So I sat there petting him and feeding him treats out of my pocket and telling him that I would never hurt him. For a whole summer I did this, spent time with him. After a while he let me catch him with a halter so I took him to the tree and let him graze for HOURS while I groomed him. Just the two of us and occasionally some guests. Curry, brush, curry, brush, curry some more, brush even more, hard brush, soft brush, hoof pick, tail brush, comb, in that order until he was spotless. They would tease me about it, but I knew he liked it so I had a reason to do it. Then after all that brushing I would take him for a trail ride. Even when it was too hot to ride, I grazed and groomed him and gave him a bath so he would feel good.

And I knew he appreciated all of my hard work because he waited until after I left to roll because he knew it would hurt my feelings. When I put him back in the field after a session he would stand at the gate and watch me silently calling me not to go. I was the only one who could catch him for a while. Timmy would go out and try to catch him for a lesson and he would run, but he would stand for me. He would let me catch him because he trusted me. To this day he still amazes me with his willingness. Almost anyone can catch him in the field now. Everyone is in love with him and he is docile enough to be used for children’s pony rides.  He’s plump, happy, and sweeter than ever. People claim to love him more than I do but they have no idea how much I love that little horse and forever will. Whenever I see him I can’t help but think of the hours of grooming and trail rides and that special bond we had. For that whole summer, and still, I felt something special, something more than just a word. Love. And I pray that he felt it too.

Julia and Pumpkin

Julia and Pumpkin

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