BlytheLea Farms

01/31/2021

Safely back in Briarwood Hall, Rose is still not free of the powers that surround her, searching for her gifts and seeking to destroy the peace betwee...At six that evening, just as the sun began to set, the dinner bell was rung, and noble and commoner alike left what they were doing to find food. I...

02/23/2020

Something tells me this will be a common title for articles. I think one of the keys to healing is finally being able to accept that wrongs were done, and that there is still a light at the end of the tunnel. It might not be the same tunnel we thought we started in, but it'll take us where we need to be headed. [ 545 more words ]
http://blytheleaequestrian.art.blog/2020/02/23/old-scars/

Something tells me this will be a common title for articles. I think one of the keys to healing is finally being able to accept that wrongs were done, and that there is still a light at the end of …

02/17/2020

Now after several years in and out of physical therapy for back problems (from a fall off of Myth), I've come to the somewhat painful realization that my back will never be exactly as it was. This carries over into every aspect of my life, but especially into riding. When your horse also has had back problems (first when he was nine and had an accident in training, and then again last summer when playing on his own he bucked his own back out of alignment) it makes for a very delicate balance when trying to find harmony. [ 639 more words ]
http://blytheleaequestrian.art.blog/2020/02/17/a-subtle-shift/

Now after several years in and out of physical therapy for back problems (from a fall off of Myth), I’ve come to the somewhat painful realization that my back will never be exactly as it was.…

02/09/2020

When I first met Drummer, he was just a baby in a pasture with a significant hole in his face from an unfortunate run in with probably a sprinkler. I helped stitched up the weanling, not thinking anything of our interaction other than to marvel at his talent - much like my own - for finding trouble. Flash forward nine years, and I get a call from my instructor asking if I remembered him. [ 1,104 more word ]
http://blytheleaequestrian.art.blog/2020/02/09/pressure-points/

When I first met Drummer, he was just a baby in a pasture with a significant hole in his face from an unfortunate run in with probably a sprinkler. I helped stitched up the weanling, not thinking a…

02/08/2020

https://blytheleaequestrian.art.blog/2020/02/08/changing-transitions/

Something truly fascinating about horses is how often an experience with them reflects so much on our day to day lives. Sometimes it’s as obvious as realizing that our moods affect theirs. So…

02/02/2020

Currently just trying to balance horses with the demands of the real world. But in the meantime, re-entering the horse world via teaching Drummer and myself the nuances of dressage.

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*Because "high school" is never really over, the classroom just moved to the arena

02/02/2020