Personal, Publications

New Publication: Interview With Chrissa Hoffmann for Equine Journal

Busy week this week, but I did have a blog published over on Equine Journal! I interviewed Chrissa F Hoffmann for the blog series, From Pasture to Performance, in collaboration with Intrepid International. Chrissa gave her top tip for training the Grand Prix Dressage Horse, which I really love! You can check out the blog interview here.

 

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horses, Reviews, Writing

New Publication: Interview With Angela Nunez of Solaris Stable & Yoga Studio

Just dropping by to share that I have a new publication out this week! Since the beginning of the year, I’ve been writing a monthly blog for Equine Journal called, From Pasture to Performance. This series is sponsored by Maxtra, a new series of saddle pads produced by Intreprid International. Each month, I’ve had the opportunity to interview cool equestrian professionals and ask them about their best training tips.

This month, I interviewed Angela Nunez from Solaris Stable & Yoga Studio about horse yoga! Yes, you read that right – horse yoga! Check out the interview on Equine Journal here.

 

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Featured Poem, Poetry

Featured Poem: Horses

By Pablo Neruda

From the window I saw the horses.

I was in Berlin, in winter. The light
had no light, the sky had no heaven.

The air was white like wet bread.

And from my window a vacant arena,
bitten by the teeth of winter.

Suddenly driven out by a man,
ten horses surged through the mist.

Like waves of fire, they flared forward
and to my eyes filled the whole world,
empty till then. Perfect, ablaze,
they were like ten gods with pure white hoofs,
with manes like a dream of salt.

Their rumps were worlds and oranges.

Their color was honey, amber, fire.

Their necks were towers
cut from the stone of pride,
and behind their transparent eyes
energy raged, like a prisoner.

There, in silence, at mid-day,
in that dirty, disordered winter,
those intense horses were the blood
the rhythm, the inciting treasure of life.

I looked. I looked and was reborn:
for there, unknowing, was the fountain,
the dance of gold, heaven
and the fire that lives in beauty.

I have forgotten that dark Berlin winter.

I will not forget the light of the horses.