They are all as they appeared in my viewfinder. In this case I did spot out a few irritating gobs of food on the microwave window. In 1989, I was in a gift shop in.

Fast horses, wild women, Iceland adventures. The Color of Living Things. The Wind, the Wind in Those Places. The Truth about Elves and Trolls. Stallions and Mares, Oh My. The Queen of Iceland, Dethroned.

Ansel is my buddy and wanted to wish you a happy Friday! How can you not smile when you look at that expression! On August 29, 2017.

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Spellbound the science, art and magic of horse training. The science, art and magic of horse training. Allow your horse to be a masterpiece. To say he was an energy conserver would be an understatement. I still remember trying to get him to move from a walk to a trot in hand. I would open my hips, lengthen my own stride, march, dance.

Mostly, morning meditative musings.

I am a pastor, which means I am often in the company of weary, disillusioned people. We had moved west for my wife Miska to attend grad school, and I.

Outside the Museum hanger, parked on the tarmac, was a solitary white homebuilt aircraft. Perched there, awkward looking sort of like a dolphin out of the sea.

Because blogging is cheaper than therapy. I collect books I never read. I pile them high; stacks on my nightstand, stacks on my mantle, stacks on my kitchen cabinets. I collect experiences I never live. I collect a faith I never practice.