<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493751291046318830</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:15:11.661-07:00</updated><category term='helmet safety'/><category term='animals'/><category term='wagon wheel'/><category term='green horse'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='horse riding'/><category term='horse training'/><category term='death'/><category term='spirit'/><category term='Elkhead Farms'/><category term='horses'/><category term='loss of a pet'/><category term='mustang'/><category term='horsewoman'/><title type='text'>Horsewoman Wisdom</title><subtitle type='html'>The musings of a horsewoman.  Stories and thoughts about horses, life and being a woman.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LeslyeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057371552153626878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R4fn3eJt0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qs6iywwjc7A/S220/leslyeramtap.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493751291046318830.post-8635406498696364872</id><published>2008-03-01T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:56:35.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wagon wheel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mustang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elkhead Farms'/><title type='text'>The Entrance for our Ranch here in Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R8npaqmMQjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CYUOO6KDXao/s1600-h/Entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R8npaqmMQjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CYUOO6KDXao/s400/Entrance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172922291332071986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to post a picture of our entrance.  The metal mustang on the fence was a gift from several very special horsewomen in Sacramento.  The big wheel was a gift from my sister in Upland, California.  The Wagon Wheel symbolizes to me a continuum of spirit between earth's nature and man's history intertwined with horses.  Horses were used by man to pull our belongings, to fight our wars, to carry us to new places.  The domesticated horse has never had it so good as they do now, and I hope we never return them to the abused beast of burden that they were in the past. No matter what we do as humans we are governed by the laws of nature.  And here at Elkhead Farms, we honor the beauty and spirit and truth of the earth.  Our appreciation and many blessings to our friends, family and all spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493751291046318830-8635406498696364872?l=horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8635406498696364872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493751291046318830&amp;postID=8635406498696364872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/8635406498696364872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/8635406498696364872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/03/entrance-for-our-ranch-here-in-oregon.html' title='The Entrance for our Ranch here in Oregon'/><author><name>LeslyeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057371552153626878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R4fn3eJt0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qs6iywwjc7A/S220/leslyeramtap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R8npaqmMQjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CYUOO6KDXao/s72-c/Entrance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493751291046318830.post-7943093914254430262</id><published>2008-02-28T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:06:01.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse riding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helmet safety'/><title type='text'>Today I got dumped on my head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R8du5amMQiI/AAAAAAAAABs/skuMrNNCpoQ/s1600-h/Reese2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R8du5amMQiI/AAAAAAAAABs/skuMrNNCpoQ/s400/Reese2web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172224629729411618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got a new horse.  For my husband, mind you.  A very nice even tempered breeding stock paint.  His name is Reese. A gelding..  why do they still classify them as breeding stock?  Isn't it more appropriate to call them "no color paint"? ..go figure. Anyway, he is a very nice guy.  But still has alot to learn.  Which, I guess, so do I since I fell on my head today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault, not his.  When I walk out into the pasture, the boys ( Reese and his pasture mate, JerryJeff) like to run all over the fields.  They  crash thru the woods and pop out and run down the hill.  So when I rode him  the first time  thru those woods today, I thought he wanted to run down the hill......so I thought.   First mistake.     I decided to go with him..picturing us running down and away. So I did the one thing I tell every new rider NOT to do.  I leaned forward. Second mistake. ( As my good friend, Kris asked " Didn't you see Snowy River??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he put his head down. My feet got behind me.  He started crow-hopping and slowing down... downhill.  Me, I just kept going forward cuz now I was leaning downhill and with his head so far far down there, I was now riding his neck.  I hung on to his neck the best I could, and flipped over on my back and landed BAMM!!  square on my back and head... so very lucky.  The spongy pasture was pretty resilient, he didn't step on me and no serious damage ensued. (But I expect I'll be feeling it tomorrow.)(Yes folks, I was wearing my helmet..and glad I did!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Just an added note **&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on this I'm not young and bouncy like I usta be.  I think as we get older the earth acts like a huge magnet and we just thud right on down to the ground and stay there.  Stuck.  Unable to move.  Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;**  **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese calmed right down and looked at me like "What an idiot you are.  What exactly would you call that maneuver?".  After a breather, and making sure my brain wasn't rattling around in my skull, and there were no broken bones, I got back on and we tackled that downhill again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I kept my feet under me,  he kept his head up and a lesson was learned by both today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493751291046318830-7943093914254430262?l=horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/7943093914254430262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493751291046318830&amp;postID=7943093914254430262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/7943093914254430262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/7943093914254430262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-got-dumped-on-my-head.html' title='Today I got dumped on my head!'/><author><name>LeslyeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057371552153626878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R4fn3eJt0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qs6iywwjc7A/S220/leslyeramtap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R8du5amMQiI/AAAAAAAAABs/skuMrNNCpoQ/s72-c/Reese2web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493751291046318830.post-8689137006152433234</id><published>2008-01-19T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:43:33.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss of a pet'/><title type='text'>The Send Off</title><content type='html'>I am never going to put an animal "to sleep" again.  From now on, when the time comes for a humane ending to their life on earth, I am going to "send them off to the spirit world" to start a new life in a better, more beautiful place. I am going to throw their spirit out into the sky as far as they will fly.  Surely, this imagery will help cope with the pain of my loss and give their soul wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493751291046318830-8689137006152433234?l=horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8689137006152433234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493751291046318830&amp;postID=8689137006152433234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/8689137006152433234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/8689137006152433234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/01/send-off.html' title='The Send Off'/><author><name>LeslyeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057371552153626878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R4fn3eJt0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qs6iywwjc7A/S220/leslyeramtap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493751291046318830.post-9053554732486501590</id><published>2008-01-16T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:33:36.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse training'/><title type='text'>No more "Now"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Take out the “now” in your asking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My horse will do anything I ask him as long as I take as long as needed to keep the horse calm, trusting and willing. Remember, the horse has no agenda, only we do. Kindness goes a really long way. Be fair. Its only between you and him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  There needs to be&lt;/span&gt; understanding on both your sides.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Show him the correct answer to your question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A gentle cajole with small progresses. Take what he gives you.   Ignore the wrong responses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Don't fight with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Reward and build. Be persistent and consistent but don't try to get it all done  at once .    Be happy with him. You will be surprised how quickly it all goes when you take the "now" out of your training.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493751291046318830-9053554732486501590?l=horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/9053554732486501590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493751291046318830&amp;postID=9053554732486501590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/9053554732486501590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/9053554732486501590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-now.html' title='No more &quot;Now&quot;'/><author><name>LeslyeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057371552153626878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R4fn3eJt0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qs6iywwjc7A/S220/leslyeramtap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493751291046318830.post-2671166547053613741</id><published>2008-01-11T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:59:50.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horsewoman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Gifted with extensions of the senses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"We need another and a wiser and perhaps more mystical concept of animals.  Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;artiface&lt;/span&gt;, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion.  We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves.  And therein we err, and greatly err.  For the animal shall not be measured by man.  In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete.  Gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear.  They are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bretheren&lt;/span&gt;, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beston&lt;/span&gt;-The Outermost House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us that share our life with an animal will not find this concept odd.  We find ourselves opening our minds and souls to the  intuitiveness and intelligence of our fellow creatures, listening to their wisdom,  expanding our  perceptions,  appreciating their being and reveling their divine nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493751291046318830-2671166547053613741?l=horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/2671166547053613741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493751291046318830&amp;postID=2671166547053613741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/2671166547053613741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493751291046318830/posts/default/2671166547053613741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsewomanwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/01/gifted-with-extensions-of-senses.html' title='Gifted with extensions of the senses...'/><author><name>LeslyeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057371552153626878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tIj8HwVYovs/R4fn3eJt0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qs6iywwjc7A/S220/leslyeramtap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
