Horses lend us the wings we lack.

In riding a horse we borrow freedom.

The air of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

My mare, Sheylan

This is my horse Sheylan and I crossing the river into the valley where we ride. Sheylan was my birthday present 5 years ago for my 18th birthday from my riding coach and her husband. Picture courtesy of Wendy Webb photography.

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