Can a horse save your life? Can you be rescued by an equine? Yes, yes. From ill-tempered ex-husbands who enjoyed throwing their weight around and lots of other, actually, much scarier and ultimately more threatening things. Our letters, like the one in the gnostic Hymn of the Pearl, show up in the most surprising shapes and sizes. Mine came to me not on kingfisher's wings, but on four hooves ...

The Andalusian mare who er ... "belonged" ... to me for years and who began to claim my daughter for her own a while ago. Eventually, I made that inevitable outcome official and "gave" Caprichosa to J.

Is there a story in being rescued by the Horse of Kings? And how does one tell it without sounding like a whining, puny victim? Which one of course, is not. This is, after all, a story of galloping on.

Well, I'd better stop procrastinating here on my blog, which is easy to do--you see it's much simpler to write little snippets right off of the top of my head and post them here then try to put together something coherent and meaningful that anyone else would really like to read and possibly want to add to their library--and go find out.

Has a horse rescued you? Does horsemanship help you to stay more awake when there's so much around that's trying to lull us to sleep? What special things have you learned from your horse(s)? What kinds of horse stories interest you?