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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A hero and their mission

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.” Mother Teresa

In my short life here I’ve witnessed some brilliant and terrible events. Heartbreaking events, divine events, beautiful events and most definitely events that left their imprint on me, transformed me, molded me and even some that left scars on me. Several indeed altered me completely. Life invariably leads to questions. Stuart Wilde once said that we each come here to live on this planet with a “heroic mission” what that mission of heroics is – we do not know. Or else we would be blindly focused on accomplishing the task so we could return to heaven and in doing that we would miss the journey and the events that help our soul grow on to the next level.

Everyone wonders why they are here, what their mission in life is. Some people seem to know and blindly pursue with reckless abandon to accomplish it. Others seem to take their time and enjoy the journey – stopping to smell the flowers along the way. There are a few who allow the events to deter them from their mission entirely and they lose their way, or not. Perhaps losing their way really is part of their mission, so they realize that they are never really ever lost or in the dark, no matter what happens to their physical body. I like to think I’m a bit of all of that. However, one of the things about these heroic missions is witnessing your loved ones accomplish their own heroic missions. There is nothing as painful as letting go of someone you love because that was their mission. Trust me. There is nothing worse, and if there is I don’t want to know about it.

In light of the days events I’m having trouble drawing strength from anywhere so in an attempt to be positive I want everyone to pause and think about the events in their life, not why they happened but accept them and recognize that while some are painful, and you may not know why they happened to you, there is a reason that is beyond our comprehension. Not a plan. A reason. There is no blindly occurring event in the world, they all have a purpose. We may not like the event; it may nearly kill us in some cases, but please; those of you in dark places, or those of you in the light. Recognize there is a world beyond this – a plane perhaps that your soul is really free. This life. Is just a dream. What you learn here in this dream – will make sense. Someday – have faith.



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