Fate Speaks

Call it Fate. Call it God. Call it the Universe. Call it the human ability to find patterns in random noise. Call it whatever you want, I can’t help but feel that I’m being sent a message. Saddle seat? Absolutely. How much ya want? There are enough lesson horses at Stepping Stone Farm that IContinue reading “Fate Speaks”

I Do Not Think Those Words Mean What You Think They Mean

Saddle Seat Wednesday A former client of Stepping Stone Farm dropped by for a visit. We compared pasts. She: Riding a big-moving gaited horse Saddlebred is more fun than jumping. Didn’t I agree? Me, standing there, blinking: I understand what each individual word means but the sentence … it … I can’t … what? Inconceivable.Continue reading “I Do Not Think Those Words Mean What You Think They Mean”