Dark Horse
The life and times of a meditative horse trainer.

I'm a second generation born and raised Alaskan. I've very proud of that, my roots are here. While I want to see as much of the world as I can, I want to raise my children here. I'm a dedicated student of the horse, of life and I love to learn. I try to leave no stone unturned in my life. Nothing is good if taken at just face value there is always more, to people, an animal, a thought, a dream. I'm an intensity junky, I live my life with passion as if every action were my very last, and I love the colors that this passion has brought to me. It's my hope to share this small window of myself with my readers. If you surfed in please make yourself at home and stay a while, if your one of my loved one's who are here, I love you for all you have educated me in to make my life this amazing.
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Wings of Black & White - April 2005

Thanks to the delightfully fiery Aries moon that we are operating under this week, I’m going to pave the way a bit for what others know in their hearts but usually don’t speak much of. One undoubtedly questions the flow and ebb of the universe from time to time in their lives. I personally have had one too many times I have felt that I was sitting on the bottom of what I affectionately call the “universal dumpster” the dumpster is different from the trash can, if your sitting in a trash can you put yourself there in your own grumpiness, so get over it and get out. The universal dumpster is where you go when life has got you down, there is too much, too little, too often, not enough, its where the universe puts you to get a hold of yourself, and at times it’s a place where depression is accepted for a short while. A wise woman once told me that if you’re up to your ass in alligators it’s a good idea to drain the swamp. Nicely put – I’m a cowgirl and could use a set of gator ropers ya know what I mean?

Back to questioning the universe though. Perhaps it’s the shift of energy in my life, the fact that I have waded through a virtual river of gators and crossed it in one piece and am now standing on the other side with a fresh view of what life really means and what my part is to play in all of it. I said once in a poem that I would stand on the other side of the river of the slain and be the stronger for it. I do believe that I am… I’m also a whole lot mushier though, pain and loss has tempered me rather than harden me. A wise Sufi mystic by the name of Mevlana Rumi once said “God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.” What you draw from that lies within you, but it took losing my life and rebuilding it piece by piece for me to realize I never lost a thing, it was there all along, just like my being a part that oneness that we all dream we are not part of. I am not separate, is the thought that comes to mind daily in my life… I witnessed the transcendence of a human spirit leaving, and I witnessed the emergence of another to life. Opposites, have indeed given me wings. It has also given me the imagination to dream of a spirituality within me that I had never thought possible in my darkest hours.

With wings comes tranquility or harmony, the wildness of your nature is free to return, all things whether you are here or there are exactly how they should be. Your wings breadth cannot be measured by how you deal with pain, its breadth comes from your willingness to move from ebb to flow, to question and realize that indeed you are one with everything, and its all the way it should be. If you are irritated by every rub in life, how will you become polished?

So for me personally, I will continue on my path, realizing every day how lucky I am that I have wings, and each day growing the courage to reach out and spread my wings a little farther.


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