When I started this blog, I had already been reading several blogs for going-on two years, although I had ignored the Follower button completely. I did not like the term "Follower", but now that I realize it just means that you get a list of blogs that you like and their updates, I have learned to relinquish my skepticism and enjoy this feature offered by Blogger. I do not participate in other social media (at least not yet), so blog-reading was my first exposure to the lives of others in cyberspace, their horses, and a community of people who share my interests and background. I have also found a new love in writing and its benefits. Nothing tops my list of topics over horses, especially my horse, so thinking about topics for the blog, collecting pictures and video, and letting my creativity have some "loose reins" has been an unexpected delight, albeit time consuming. Writing has also forced me to think about what I do, how I do things, and what I believe in when it comes to horses and riding. This has been a valuable experience, in much the same way that teaching is a profession of self-improvement, and I hope that my cherished group of Followers has enjoyed the process with me. I also hope that there are a few readers like I once was, reluctant to press the button, but still interested enough to come back once in a while for a visit. To those of you who frequent my blog and leave comments: Thank you for reading, for leaving your thoughts and input, and for often contributing little tidbits of your own experiences. I had no idea how rewarding this type of discourse could be in both directions, as I greatly enjoy reading the updates from my blog roll, learning about you, your animals, and everything in between. Thank you for taking me with you!
It is far too hot to ride, so Harley decided to offer some amusing photos. As the frequent star of this blog, I hope that you have gotten a feel for his character. He was born just before I graduated high school, and it took nearly nine years for us to find our way to one another. Not bad for a future dressage girl born in Texas and a quarter horse born of barrel racing stock in North Dakota. I look into his eye and I cannot help but feel that there is more than just an animal looking back at me. He is a very special horse and I am grateful for every moment that we share together.
|My horse, my love|