<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post7603445328793392400..comments</id><updated>2009-07-13T20:34:17.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Life at Star's Rest: I've been thinking again...


I know it's dangerou...</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/feeds/7603445328793392400/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html'/><author><name>Life at Star's Rest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11068869890677539768</uri><email>Griton.Corazon@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-1827628302032786697</id><published>2009-07-13T20:16:53.487-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:16:53.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for this post. Hearing this from someone...</title><content type='html'>Thank you for this post. Hearing this from someone with so much passion and experience is very comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the realization that Canyon needed to go was tough. While I loved him, we had gotten to a place where we were stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was getting scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And given his tendency to get scared in the first place, it was definitely a bad combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely sold on beauty, sold on a dream, and held on because I feared what would happen to him without me. But it was time. So I let go of the illusion and faced facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow it worked out brilliantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a road to ride back now, because I&amp;#39;ve lost something. Confidence. Trust. Which is a blog post, probably. Hopefully I can find it with a quieter horse and a humbled soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&amp;#39;m going into this with a very different eye. And as much help as I can find.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/1827628302032786697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/1827628302032786697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html?showComment=1247541413487#c1827628302032786697' title=''/><author><name>Breathe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104422629934443842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13867813019301279428'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-7603445328793392400' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/posts/default/7603445328793392400' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-2156647820511429438</id><published>2009-07-12T21:19:42.411-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:19:42.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cont.

On the ground, Baby Doll was the first hors...</title><content type='html'>Cont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ground, Baby Doll was the first horse I ever felt safe with handling her feet, walking her, grooming her, bathing her. She was the first horse I ever learned to ride bareback on, and I trusted her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only rode her in the round pen or arena. And even when I rode her in the arena, she was stubborn with me. In hindsight I should have made sure she could be ridden on the trails before taking her home, because that is what I yearned to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the trail she is not a willing partner, and although at first I believed that her stubborness and barn sour attitude was a good lesson in self confidance and experience for me, I&amp;#39;ve since realized that all it did was frighten me, cause tension, and eventually suck the joy right out of my dreams of having my first trail horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Baby Doll with all my heart and it is more painful than I can ever explain that I have to admit that she may not be the right horse for me. When I considered finally buying my own horse I wanted it to be my forever horse. The horse I kept with me, and grew close as partners, until it died of old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I got lucky with Baby Doll. I thought she was my forever horse.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I&amp;#39;ve considered just keeping her around to maybe ride slowly in the round pen, or even for my hubby to ride her. But he&amp;#39;s more of a novice than I am. And I know how Baby Doll tries to bolt and run back home for the barn. I don&amp;#39;t want him to get hurt as I&amp;#39;ve been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I have to consider that Baby Doll was never meant to be with me, and that the right person for her is out there waiting to be connected with her. It&amp;#39;s my duty to her, and my love for her that will try to help find that person for her. Because money is not the issue, but making sure she&amp;#39;s goes to a safe, loving, and responsible and experienced home is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of this makes me so sad. Because I will miss seeing her granny white stockings in the paddock, and her big white rump and black splashes and white lightning bolt on her neck.&lt;br /&gt;And then I will be without a horse. And how will I ever be able to find the right horse for me? How will I be able to find a horse that can help me find self confidance again and is happy to be a patient, willing and calm partner for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&amp;#39;t imagine my life without a horse, but I&amp;#39;m afraid that the next horse I bring home won&amp;#39;t be the right horse either....and I don&amp;#39;t want to get hurt again, or wait until I&amp;#39;m too old to finally find a dear equine friend.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you said here, truly speaks my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I expect my horse to keep me safe and to be fun to ride. Following my own personal taste, I want them to be sensitive to the riding aids and to move freely and well. I want them to be safe on the trails and respectful of my safety and of other horses and riders.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for writing such a meaningful and heartfelt post, Carmon. I&amp;#39;m sorry it took me this long to work my way over here to read it. But I&amp;#39;m glad I finally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HUGS)))&lt;br /&gt;~Lisa</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/2156647820511429438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/2156647820511429438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html?showComment=1247458782411#c2156647820511429438' title=''/><author><name>Laughing Orca Ranch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03562627840013868980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10017993235379108344'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-7603445328793392400' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/posts/default/7603445328793392400' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-8833239472588289563</id><published>2009-07-12T21:19:20.087-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:19:20.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. I sure have missed a lot with me not stopping...</title><content type='html'>Wow. I sure have missed a lot with me not stopping by for a while. So sorry about that Carmon. I appreciated everything that you said in this post. And I was surprised to read that you have respect for me concerning the difficulties my mare and I have been going through in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit as I was reading I sort of got defensive and bristly about this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The point of all of this is that if our happiness lies in believing our horse will somehow &amp;#39;fix&amp;#39; us, or that in somehow &amp;#39;fixing&amp;#39; our horse we will find happiness, or success, or recognition, or whatever tag you have attached to riding and having a horse, then everyone eventually gets hurt. The weight of a rider combined with the weight of those kinds of expectations is just too heavy for any horse to carry. Our happiness shouldn&amp;#39;t be derived from the horse; it should be shared with the horse.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even sure exactly why, except that maybe some of it may even be true in my situation.&lt;br /&gt;I never did go out looking for a pretty paint horse, even though my daughter had told me long ago that she wanted an &amp;#39;orca horse&amp;#39;. In fact my dream horse was a buckskin or a bay. And in reality, color was never important. I just needed to feel safe around the horse and feel some kind of connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Baby Doll was a paint horse may have had a small part in swaying me into buying her in the end, even though I took lessons on her and visited her several times a week for over 2 months before I finally pulled out a pay check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For some reason I have to continue this comment in another comment post, as they tell em it&amp;#39;s too long. Go figure....to be continued....)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/8833239472588289563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/8833239472588289563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html?showComment=1247458760087#c8833239472588289563' title=''/><author><name>Laughing Orca Ranch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03562627840013868980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10017993235379108344'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-7603445328793392400' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/posts/default/7603445328793392400' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-6474684026087067367</id><published>2009-07-06T11:49:47.226-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:49:47.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know a lot of what you said in your post about...</title><content type='html'>You know a lot of what you said in your post about expectations from horses could be related to people too. Very thought provoking Carmon.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/6474684026087067367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/6474684026087067367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html?showComment=1246906187226#c6474684026087067367' title=''/><author><name>Winifred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12415302188575538163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11010137735542980395'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-7603445328793392400' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/posts/default/7603445328793392400' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-1120332021544406472</id><published>2009-07-06T11:21:58.797-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:21:58.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Carmon:

Here's a great YouTube video I just re...</title><content type='html'>Hi Carmon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&amp;#39;s a great YouTube video I just received today - for all of you who rescue horses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8iSYMkFO2A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we redeem ourselves as a species.  This was one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVG</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/1120332021544406472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/1120332021544406472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html?showComment=1246904518797#c1120332021544406472' title=''/><author><name>South Valley Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224596201756996242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090413191120271550'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-7603445328793392400' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/posts/default/7603445328793392400' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-1229675109475324388</id><published>2009-07-06T09:41:01.283-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:41:01.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyed reading your musings.  I've known a lot of...</title><content type='html'>Enjoyed reading your musings.  I&amp;#39;ve known a lot of people who have found theirselves in that place.  Me included.  I&amp;#39;ve had better horses than the one I am riding now, but none that I bonded with like her.  Makes it worth the ride.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://horsetrailriders.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dream-horse.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://horsetrailriders.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dream-horse.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Ann, sorry for the loss of Beauty.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/1229675109475324388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/1229675109475324388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html?showComment=1246898461283#c1229675109475324388' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531335275070860886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-7603445328793392400' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/posts/default/7603445328793392400' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-4535878558737949510</id><published>2009-07-06T06:28:36.192-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:28:36.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for taking the time to write this.  Hang...</title><content type='html'>Thank you for taking the time to write this.  Hanging on; letting go. Trusting ourselves to know when to do either is a massive trust.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/4535878558737949510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/4535878558737949510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html?showComment=1246886916192#c4535878558737949510' title=''/><author><name>Duly Inspired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14667265361131163774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-7603445328793392400' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/posts/default/7603445328793392400' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-3283366967988447160</id><published>2009-07-05T23:05:34.671-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:05:34.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This so fits in with my personal stuff right now. ...</title><content type='html'>This so fits in with my personal stuff right now. Letting go of expectations I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I would love to hear more about Llego. He&amp;#39;s so beautiful and sweet-looking.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/3283366967988447160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/3283366967988447160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html?showComment=1246860334671#c3283366967988447160' title=''/><author><name>Ylva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-7603445328793392400' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/posts/default/7603445328793392400' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-1942398573081568758</id><published>2009-07-05T19:19:06.809-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:19:06.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmon, I lost my Beauty, who WAS my riding horse,...</title><content type='html'>Carmon, I lost my Beauty, who WAS my riding horse, last week.  Now I am at a loss of what to do...  &lt;br /&gt;Something is in the works, that&amp;#39;s all I can say for now.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/1942398573081568758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/7603445328793392400/comments/default/1942398573081568758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html?showComment=1246846746809#c1942398573081568758' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211625006758463474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075661329975513769'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-thinking-again.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20167528.post-7603445328793392400' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20167528/posts/default/7603445328793392400' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>