Becky and the gang.
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Sent: Thursday, January 24, 2002 1:31
PM
Subject: RC: Re: Verbal Cues
on 1/24/02 8:49 AM, Howard Bramhall at hwb67@msn.com wrote:
I constantly talk to my horses, each and every one of them,
especially while riding. Sometimes, it's telepathic, sometimes I
curse a bit, and sometimes I tell em I love em and can't live without
them. During this moment in time, especially if I'm training (my
word for just riding a long time) out on a beautiful trail with the sun
out and no bugs, I have the potential to sob at how wonderful life
can be.
Funny you should write that
today:) I did a nice 20 mile ride today. Here in So Cal it is breezy, about 55
degrees and not a cloud in the sky. My mare, whom I do talk to quite a bit
while riding, navigated a intersection on the way to the mountain trail with
traffic, workman, four bulldozers and a crane. She had to go right by them all
in the lanes of traffic (I didn't know they were doing construction, I would
have not taken that route) and was solid as a rock. So I was already feeling
pretty good about things when we finally got into the mountains, popped over a
ridge in the middle of nowhere and could see the entire mountain range and the
whole valley. The breeze had come up and was blowing toward us which felt
great and smelled like sage. I look up and there is the most beautiful eagle
soaring on that breeze. It is times like that when tears start to roll at the
beauty out there and the fact that I am on one of God's most amazing creatures
in that setting. That is just a beautiful thing for a human being's soul.
Preaching to the choir, Tiffany