By Norman Lee, Montana
All my horses are rescued. We jokingly call them the geriatric herd because they range in age from twenty-three to twenty-nine years old. Currently we have an Arabian-Belgian, two black-and-white Paint horses, and a part-Morgan horse.
By Gai Lawson, Ontario
“Whether or not your philosophy or religion accepts Souls in forms other than the human is unimportant. If you can accept reincarnation and the fact that Soul takes on many different bodies – and some of these Souls are better vehicles for love than some people – you will find much joy and happiness in your own life. You’ll also find a greater understanding of God’s creation.”
By Danielle Weber-Adrian
One of my grandfather’s greatest passions was to raise, train, and love horses. None of his three children or three grandchildren loved horses. That is, until I came along as his fourth grandchild. When my mother was leaving for the hospital to give birth to me he said, “This one is my last chance. This one doesn’t get a vote.”
By Gai Lawson, Ontario
From early childhood, horses have fascinated me. I dearly loved their smell, sound, and touch. They each have their own personalities. Some are easy-going; some are cranky-pants and stubborn; others are as open as blossoming flowers. I call horses lovely, four-legged people.