Welcome, Sir Corazon!

Welcome, Sir Corazon!

The day I met a tall-drink-of-water chestnut gelding in Aiken, I wasn’t sure what to think. He was much more impressive in person to me than his video had shown, and he was incredibly friendly. But he also did some super interesting things under tack that I admit I wasn’t sure what I thought about them. For one, he was long and narrow, which rode differently than most horses I’ve had. (Now I absolutely LOVE this. It's much easier for my shorter legs!) He also had some quirks that I was a bit perplexed by. He was super mouthy, crooked in his body, and almost too keen to please, which bordered on anxiety. The Seller’s Agent, Pippa Moon I can’t recommend her more highly), said he didn’t test ride well—that he was much more a one-person type of horse, so I had to consider that, too. But I liked him. And that meant a lot to me that my heart was tugging in his direction.
Letting Go Versus Giving Up

Letting Go Versus Giving Up

The heart wants what the heart wants. And sometimes what it wants is a story that it already decided needs to happen, so much so that it’s assumptive, leaving one not even aware of the made-up story. This way of living with my heart set me up for a huge learning curve last year with my mare Dahlia and our relationship. And it trickled down to my whole world with horses as it forced me to think about what I truly want...
Maximus: Shortly After He Left

Maximus: Shortly After He Left

I’m at the month mark now and I’m honestly a bit surprised at how resounding the grief feels. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it would be hard, but I thought knowing that we had saved him from suffering would be at the forefront and my rational brain could hold onto that and make it through the hardest chunks. But again, the hardest chunks have nothing to do with rational thought. I miss his presence, his soft eyes, and his gigantic head insisting that I scratch it. I miss the night checks and belly scratches, and the slow way he did everything.