Friday, February 01, 2008

Part 3 (and note the word of the day on the right of the blog)









More Rainy Day Play







Rainy Day = Playtime for the Boys

We've got a rainy day here and some boys needed to let off steam. Once again I opened the arena gate and you could almost hear the announcer saying "they're OFF!"

Spirits were high and so were heels as they kicked into the air.

And today I was prepared - camera in hand!











Images are uploading slowly - check back for more bronco pics later today!

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Time of Year

I just realized this morning that we're drawing close to Imbolc, the Celtic festival that marks the time of year when winter begins to loosen its grip. It's a time of lustration, purification, and cleansing, when the goddess Brighid brings energy and light.

Brighid is the goddess of poetry, healing, and smithcraft - all magical arts of transformation. She's also a guardian of farm animals.

She teaches the power of committed action, and the awareness of what's possible in our lives. She offers the courage to act on one's dreams.

I've been thinking the past few days that February, for me, will be a month of settling in with words and horses and children, and committing to some actions with each.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Tagged! Seven Things You Probably Don't Know About Me

Thanks, Victoria, for tagging! Go see her lovely blog, Teachings of the Horse, one of my new favorites.

And now, the seven things:


1. My favorite TV show when I was little was Lost In Space.

2. My favorite show now is Firefly.

3. We haven't had TV in about 8 years but we do have Netflix.

4. I was an English major in undergrad school and swooped around the English department dressed all in black drinking bad coffee.

5. When I was little I had to pick between ballet and riding lessons. The rest is history!

6. I love big old houses and my office is in the upstairs of a house built in 1904.

7. When I was in high school two of my best friends and I regularly dressed in dark clothing, sneaked out in the middle of the night defying our tiny town's curfew, and threw eggs at houses of boys we liked. We were never caught, and we never told.


I'm going to have to come back here later today and add the names of the people/blogs I'm tagging!