Horses

A Hard Goodbye

I had to put Stormy down yesterday. The vet’s best guess was a twisted gut, or possibly an intestinal stone, though only an autopsy could say for sure. But she was in horrific pain, and any possible treatment would have involved surgery. Due to Stormy’s advanced age (not to mention my lack of money) that wasn’t a realistic option.


 

I’ve written before about what Stormy meant to me. She’s been a cherished companion for more than half my life.

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In the two years since I wrote the “Love Remembers” post, Elizabeth has taken a new interest in riding and she and Stormy have shared many a sunny day out on the trails together.

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For 24 years Stormy illuminated my life in one way or another, from the fiery but loyal skyrocket of her youth to the warm and steady candle that cared for my children with such attentive devotion.

 

 

 

I do not know what happens to the souls of horses when their bodies fail. I am irrationally comforted by the dream Elizabeth had last night and described to me this morning, in which she saw Stormy walking peacefully in the paddock past her own lifeless body.

Sweet travels, my dear old friend. You will never be forgotten.

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Wordless Wednesday: Dark Wings, Bright Lights And A Spigotcicle

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Happy 2011!

New year, new look for my blog. Felt like time for a change.

I have four resolutions and I’m feeling pretty good about them, but I don’t want to jinx myself by uttering them aloud. I’ll just post four updates throughout the year as I fail each one; it’s more efficient that way.

And now here is my Second Annual List of Inspirational Notes and Quotes For the New Year. Long ago I had the idea of beginning each new blog post with a relevant quote, but then I realized it was way easier to cram all of the literary bits and snippets I collect into one big pile right at the beginning of each year, when people are more in the mood for that sort of thing.

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On Simplicity:

Everything we possess that is not necessary for life or happiness becomes a burden, and scarcely a day passes that we do not add to it. 
–Robert Brault

We don’t need to increase our goods nearly as much as we need to scale down our wants.  Not wanting something is as good as possessing it. 
–Donald Horban

Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life, 
and the labors of life reduce themselves.

–Edwin Teale

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. 
–Leonardo DaVinci


If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

–Cicero

On Frugality:

Frugality is one of the most beautiful and joyful words in the English language, and yet one that we are culturally cut off from understanding and enjoying.  The consumption society has made us feel that happiness lies in having things, and has failed to teach us the happiness of not having things. 
–Elise Boulding

Our affluent society contains those of talent and insight who are driven to prefer poverty, to choose it, rather than submit to the desolation of an empty abundance. 
–Michael Harrington

Too many people spend money they haven’t earned, 
to buy things they don’t want, to impress people they don’t like. 

–Will Rogers

My life can be so arranged that I can live on whatever I have. If I cannot live as I have lived in the past, I shall live differently, and living differently does not mean living with less attention to the things that make life gracious and pleasant or with less enjoyment of things of the mind.
— Eleanor Roosevelt

On Gardening:

“When the world wearies and society fails to satisfy, There is always the garden.”– Minnie Aumonier

When I go into the garden with a spade, and dig a bed, I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson

A person who undertakes to grow a garden at home, by practices that
 will preserve rather than exploit the economy of the soil, has his mind
 precisely against what is wrong with us….   What I am saying is that if 
we apply our minds directly and competently to the needs of the earth, 
then we will have begun to make fundamental and necessary changes in
 our minds.  We will begin to understand and to mistrust and to change 
our wasteful economy, which markets not just the produce of the earth, 
but also the earth’s ability to produce.

–Wendell Berry

I see humanity now as one vast plant, needing for its highest fulfillment
 only love, the natural blessings of the great outdoors, and intelligent 
crossing and selection.   In the span of my own lifetime I have observed
 such wondrous progress in plant evolution that I look forward optimistically 
to a healthy, happy world as soon as its children are taught the principles
of simple and rational living.  We must return to nature and nature’s God.

–Luther Burbank

Learning to produce our own food is essential if we are 
to ever truly take control of our own lives.  It liberates 
us from the role of passive consumer, remote from real 
decisions, alienated from nature.

Primal Seeds

Man’s heart away from nature becomes hard. 
–Standing Bear

I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.  Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.
–Wendell Berry


I am led to reflect how much more delightful to an undebauched mind, is the task of making improvements on the earth, than all the vain glory which can be acquired from ravaging it, by the most uninterrupted career of conquests.
– George Washington

“I have never had so many good ideas day after day as when I worked in the garden.” –John Erskine

“God almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.”
— Francis Bacon

The farther we get away from the land, the greater our insecurity.
– Henry Ford

To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves.
– Mahatma Gandhi

The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due, 
not a garden swollen to a realm;  his own hands to use, not the 
hands of others to command.” 

— J.R.R. Tolkien,  The Lord of the Rings, Sam Gamgee

 

On Living Well:

This is maturity: To be able to stick with a job until it’s finished; to do one’s duty without being supervised; to be able to carry money without spending it; and to be able to bear an injustice without wanting to get even.
–Abigail Van Buren

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.   It turns what we have 
into enough, and more.  It turns denial into acceptance, chaos 
to order, confusion to clarity.  It can turn a meal into a feast, 
a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.  Gratitude makes 
sense of our past, brings peace for today, 
and creates a vision for tomorrow.
  
–Melody Beattie

In matters of style, swim with the current;
in matters of principle, stand like a rock.
–Thomas Jefferson

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in stranger’s gardens.
–Douglas William Jerrold

One of the best ways of enslaving a people is to keep them from education… The second way of enslaving a people is to suppress the sources of information, not only by burning books but by controlling all the other ways in which ideas are transmitted.
— Eleanor Roosevelt

A person is just about as big as the things that make him angry.
–Anon

One reason why birds and horses are happy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses.
–Dale Carnegie

“I cannot wander about being wise and brilliant all of the time, it certainly isn’t expected of me. However, I have discovered an ingenious system for being discovered should I become lost. Here’s how it works.The moment you discover you are lost, simply remain calm and don’t panic. Just sit down and remove your pocket knife from your pocket and begin to sharpen it. Within minutes, some know-it-all will come along and inform you that you are incorrectly sharpening your knife.”
–Tom Firth

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Sampler Saturday: Suddenly I’m In The Mood For A Game Of Risk

Luke doodled this pic on the back of a school worksheet. I liked it so much I scanned it into Photoshop so we could color it.

Risk, anyone?

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Love Remembers

It’s been a while since I last wrote a Love Thursday post; I’d say we’re overdue for one.

I was a teenager when I got my first horse. She wasn’t really a “horse” yet, just a wild 13-month-old filly who needed a new home. She came from a show-horse breeding facility whose owners were going through a divorce and had to sell off their stock; they hadn’t even gotten around to giving her a real name. Her mother had died, presumably from foaling complications, when “Little Bit” was only eight days old. As a foal she was bottle-fed, halter-broken, and then put into a small pen and basically went unhandled until a year later when she was given to me. Even in that tiny pen she was too wild to catch, so they had to rope her. It took hours to load her into a trailer, and when she arrived at the stables in Riverside where I worked she was banged up and bloody. At some point during the trip over she had panicked and climbed halfway into the manger. We unloaded her into a stall and left her alone to settle down. It was my nineteenth birthday.

I registered her with a fancy name that referenced her pedigree — “McCoy’s Stormshadow” — but around the stables she was just Stormy. And boy was she ever!

For the first couple of weeks she wanted nothing to do with me or anyone else. After a few days we moved her from the barn stall to an outdoor pipe corral, and she liked that better, but she was as untouchable as ever. Finally we decided that she would have to take the first few bites of every meal from my hands, or not get fed at all. She got really hungry for awhile, but eventually gave in and started coming to me for food. After that things warmed up between us, and within a few months we were best buds.

After standing in pens her whole young life, she craved freedom. I let her run in big circles on a longe line a few times a week, but her favorite thing was when we went for walks together. The stable where I worked and she lived were bordered on one side by the Santa Ana riverbed and on the other by Fairmount Park, so we had plenty of room to wander.

When she was two-and-a-half years old I broke her to ride. By then we were living in Perris, and had lots of dirt roads and fields to run around on. It was really the blind leading the blind, since I barely new how to ride myself, and all Stormy wanted to do was run like the wind. I fell off, often, so we learned to stick to plowed fields for the most part. She couldn’t run as fast in the deep soft soil, and my landings were softer too. Whenever I fell she would immediately hit the brakes, turn around and trot back to me. I would climb back on and off we’d go again at full speed.

I could fill pages with all the adventures we had together. I was 22 when we moved up to Anza, and she was four. We wandered far and wide, exploring mountains and canyons and roads and long stretches of the Pacific Crest Trail. She always wanted to run, always…until we headed back toward her corral. Then she’d start dragging her feet. She loved freedom, and hated being penned up.

When Steve and I moved in together at Bailey Ranch, I was 26 and Stormy was eight. That was a turning point in our relationship. For the first time in her life she was moved into a big pasture with all the grass she could eat, acres and acres to run around in, and another horse for equine company. She spent the first couple of weeks just running. Up the pasture, down the pasture, day after day. It was Stormy Heaven. It worked out well for both of us, since I was busy with caretaking stuff and then baby stuff and didn’t get to ride as much as I used to. When I did saddle her up, I noticed that she didn’t have quite the same enthusiasm for it as she used to. We were still close, of course, but she didn’t NEED me anymore for food or freedom or companionship. It made a difference. But she was so much happier, and I was so busy with my own things, that I didn’t mind so much the way our bond was loosening.

Stormy will turn 23 years old next month. She is Elizabeth’s mount now, and I have Mahogany, though we seldom go riding these days. Against all genetic probability, neither of my kids are all that much into horses. Stormy likes it that way. She’s in a different pasture now, but there’s still plenty of room for her to kick up a gallop when she feels like it, and other horses to talk to. She likes retirement.

Last night I was feeding the horses and I stopped to stroke Stormy. She pinned her ears back and shifted out of reach. When I followed her she snapped at me.

I knew part of that was feeding-time aggressiveness, but the truth is that my friend has grown old and cranky. I wondered wistfully if she remembered our glory days together at all.

This morning dawned sunny and mild, so after the horses had eaten their breakfast I caught Stormy and brought her out to groom her. Her winter coat was thick and woolly and caked with mud, and her mane and tail were snarled messes, but I set to work with rubber curries and stiff brushes and a tail comb, and she closed her eyes and seemed to enjoy the attention. It took me over an hour, and she looked as woolly as ever when it was all done, but I felt like we were back on friendlier terms again. I hopped on her back for the first time in literally years, and we spent a few quiet minutes riding around the property. I didn’t bother with a saddle or even a bridle, I just used her old halter. We didn’t need that stuff anyway; she was tuned to me and I was tuned to her. We communicated through body language and telepathy, just like the old days when we were young and only needed each other to be content. Back when I was her freedom and she was mine.

Last night I wondered, but I shouldn’t have. Deep down where love lives, Stormy remembers.

Happy Love Thursday, everyone. May the ties that bind last a lifetime.

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