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Our First Saturday at Riding Beyond
Experiencing Riding Beyond on Saturday was chronicled by wonderful photographer Angela Sabin-Veek. She captured the magic that unfolded for us, with horses Mystic, Journey, and Gabe and 15 others, during our day of opening doors to our own individual futures, with the power of the horse accompanying us. A few vignettes are shown here. View […]
A Morning With Mystic
Snapshots of what it’s like at Riding Beyond from a participant’s perspective, someone new to horses. (Activities for experienced horse people are designed with a respect for their expertise, offering a new relationship with horses as sentient beings who bring remarkably perceptive heart- and mind-opening interactions.) Getting Going I woke up early the morning of […]
Regarding Mystic
Regarding Mystic by Patty CrumrineJuly 8, 2014 We were strangers, you and I,Each brushed onto our own canvasUnder a sun-bleached, far-west sky. Each of us designed for connections yet untoldAnd guided by others of our own kind,Destined to walk togetherFor a gift to yet unfold. A dreary day with a persistent drizzleHeld no match for […]
Riding Beyond is Rolling
We’ve started our first week of Riding Beyond with a clinic offered by Galen Miller of Venturing Awareness and the Arabian Nights Dinner Show, who has donated her services to us for these first two weeks. Sunday afternoon had ten of us learning from Galen about working with horses for corporate settings: team building, problem […]
A Buddy for Mystic?
It would be helpful to have a second horse joining Mystic at Riding Beyond this year. If you know of a horse that might be able to participate one or two mornings a week, please contact me at 541.482.6210. The basics of what we need are: something like a Haflinger, about 14.2 hands, with a […]
Not a Poem: Just a talk about a tree. . .
Not a Poem Just a talk about a tree; a madrone I found in the forest It had a scar like me, and smooth red bark — maybe lightening hit it in a storm one night I run my hand up and down its silky side Feels so good I put my arms around its […]
I approach hesitant and nervous. . . .
Mystic! I approach, hesitant and nervous The Horse stands waiting patiently Big Brown Eyes with long lashes Mystic! What is she thinking? She is taller than I am She is larger, faster She is wild I’ve always been hesitant I’ve always been nervous But she stands so still Mystic! What does she […]