Equine Assisted Therapy
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in.
~Leonard Cohen
Flickr photo: Tanya Gin
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in.
~Leonard Cohen
Flickr photo: Tanya Gin
I will not jump with common spirits. ~William Shakespeare
Today the sun begins galloping rapidly across the sky, following a higher and higher path each day up until the Summer Solstice.
The days are growing longer now!
Flickr photo by: karen kluge
spring equinox -
old horse watches first hawk
glide across the field
~ Edward
Flickr photo by: Hans van de Vorst
Haiku from: Shiki Haiku Salon
All I pay my psychiatrist is the cost of feed and hay, and he'll listen to me any day.
~Author Unknown
Flickr photo: Mitchkitter
Round Hoofed, short joined, fetlocks shag and long.
Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttocks, tender hide.
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
~ Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis
Flickr photo by: jdeu24

Somewhere... Somewhere in time's Own Space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
~ Stanley Harrison
Flickr photo credit: wireful

Gipsy gold does not chink and glitter. It gleams in the sun and neighs in the dark.
~Saying of the Claddagh Gipsies of Galway
Flickr Photo Credit: teenpics

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all ~Emily Dickinson
Flickr photo credit: pSmithson

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: He trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. ~ William Shakespeare
Flickr photo credit: pisco

Dawn bounced up in a bright red hat, waved at the world and skipped away. Up staggered the foal, its hooves were jelly-knots of foam. ~unknown
Flickr photo credit: seeA

The mare lies down in the grass where the nest of the skylark is hidden. Her eyes drink the delicate horizon moving behind the song. Deep sink the skies, a well of voices. Her sleep is the vessel of Summer.
~ Vernon Watkens (1906-1967), Welsh poet
Flickr Photo Source: SimaSaeed

God forbid that I should go to any heaven in which there are no horses.
~R.B. Cunninghame Graham
Flickr photo credit: Torbein

Horses are the dolphins of the plains, the spirits of the wind.
~ Lauren Salerno
Flickr photo credit: maureendulong