by Elizabeth Love Kennon | Dec 1, 2020 | Getting Real: The Blog
I slid the black rope halter onto Willow’s head, and felt her breathing shallow. Her eyes hardened, and the corner of her lips tightened. Not overt signs, but I’d been watching her for months, and this felt like a yell. I slid the halter off again, and turned away,...
by Elizabeth Love Kennon | Nov 23, 2020 | Getting Real: The Blog
I knew there was something important for me to learn here, and didn’t have anyone to teach me, so I turned to Willow. That new starting point, the one that said she was exactly where she needs to be, and isn’t wrong for being there; the one where it’s okay for her to...
by Elizabeth Love Kennon | Nov 16, 2020 | Getting Real: The Blog
I leaned against the rail in the morning sun, watching Willow gobble the handful of pellets and supplements that comprised her breakfast. Her chestnut coat glistened, and I never would have recognized her as the starved and shaggy mare I’d rescued 2 years before. The...
by Elizabeth Love Kennon | Nov 9, 2020 | Getting Real: The Blog
You know the characters I described in the last chapter? Yup, I’ve been each of them. How about you? There are more types, of course, but I think you get the picture.So how do we recognize when we’re playing a part, and that there can be something else here, something...
by Elizabeth Love Kennon | Nov 2, 2020 | Getting Real: The Blog
What’s the link between women and horses? I’m intentionally leaving men out right now, as there’s a quality in the connection between a woman and a horse that bears investigating. It’s there; undeniable, with roots buried deep in the unconscious of our culture. Like...
by Elizabeth Love Kennon | Oct 26, 2020 | Getting Real: The Blog
1971 Fairfax, VA, 7 years oldI didn’t know why ponies were angry. I just knew that they were. I loved them anyway. And they dumped me off almost every week. Jumping was a fancy way of saying ‘falling off’. Until Chipper. He wanted to jump. The gray Connemara pony...
