“We tend to think of age only in time, but I don’t think it has much to do with time at all; there’s a whole load of other things. I’ve met 16-year-olds who are old and 90-year-olds who are young.” ~ Roger Daltrey
Stacy and I were near the Man-O-War/Blazer Parkway area when we simultaneously saw this sight, saying a subtle “wow” in unison, vowing to return when our business was complete. And so we did. At least one of the horses looks as if it was part of the Horses Mania project years ago (the first was in 2000, the sequel in 2010), but it’s possible both horses came from that project. I have no idea what the buffalo is about. I noticed that the buffalo and one of the horses both have yellow eyes. I don’t know what that’s about either. If anybody in the Lexington area knows more about this unusual statuary triptych, tell me. It’s bound to be a good story.
“Train your mind to see the good in every situation.” ~ Unknown
Every once in a while I take a picture that I really, really like. This is one of them. Maggie’s horse was on some large plate contraption that vibrates the feet and legs. One of the ways they coerced the horse to stand still was with a bucket of food. This horse could have cared less about anything but the food. So, he stood patiently during his treatment and ate to his heart’s content. When the bucket was empty, he splay-legged off the vibrating plate, and began to eat what had dropped to the ground. That’s when I caught him. It was my lucky day.
“The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”
~ Henry Miller
I finally found time to go through the pictures I took when Sharon was here. I came across this image. It is exactly what I think of when I think of Sharon. Well, this plus her love of high-heel shoes and big, dangly earrings, but I didn’t photograph those.
“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.” ~ Chinese Proverb
Life over the last two weeks has felt a bit like this horse; calm until I’m seen and then everything goes crazy eyed and bucking, and then suddenly, it’s back to calm like nothing ever happened. I don’t know what planets line up to cause such a drunken roller coaster ride, and Lord knows I like a good coaster as much as the next gal, but crazy-eyed-bucking-horse-roller-coaster-life would not be my first choice of routines. Nevertheless, it’s in times like these that my champions near and far rise to calm the crazy and get me back to peaceful grazing. I remain ever grateful to the universe for each good person that walks this journey with me. They make the world go round.
“True freedom is the capacity for acting according to one’s true character, to be altogether one’s self, to be self-determined and not subject to outside coercion.” ~ Corliss Lamont
Stacy and I took a day off for a trip to the Horse Park. It had been several years since we were last there. We enjoyed the Parade of Breeds. I especially enjoyed the Paint (above and below).
The big draw to the Horse Park today was the Man O War exhibit. For those unfamiliar, Man O War was first buried on Faraway Farm near the Horse Park, but he was reinterred here years later. He lies beneath his large bronze statute near the visitor center. It’s a beautiful display. The exhibit was small, but there was plenty to enjoy.
I adore the Horse Park, so it was disconcerting to find it in disrepair. I understand they’ve undergone significant budget cuts of late. It shows. The gardens were weedy. The fountains green with algae. Most of the interactive exhibit pieces were broken. It made me sad for all the visitors from outside the state who’ve driven untold miles expecting the pristine Bluegrass pride on full display. Despite the obvious decline I saw many smiling faces, mine among them. I’ll always be Kentucky proud, weeds and all.
“We are all God’s people — black, white, gay, straight, Christian, Jew. … No one is better than anyone else. …Be kind to everyone.” ~ Andigoni “Goldie” Ticco Steffa
This is the sixth Tuesday in a row that I’ve had a major headache. Today’s version started off relatively small but turned into a migraine before the workday end. This weanling was smiling at me, and when you feel as bad as I have for the last six Tuesdays, you need a little weanling smile. I mean, how cute is he? Pretty darned cute!
“We meet everyone for a reason. Either they’re a blessing or a lesson.” ~ Unknown
Saturday I met a few weanlings. Horses are so curious. They particularly love cameras. There’s a large paddock next to Pisgah’s parking lot, and there’s always a horse or two in it. Looks like it’s the weanling paddock this season. I can’t ride a horse to save my life, but I love their spunky personalities, and I really enjoyed the time I worked on the horse farm. That seems like a thousand years ago. It’s good to make memories you can enjoy decades later. I’ve been mighty lucky to make so many.
“Those with a passion for life have saved the world for all of us.”
~ Joan Chittister
Happy Solstice everyone. May this year’s longest day bring you every happiness. As the days begin to get shorter, and the nights longer, may our kindness and compassion for one another grow with the coming seasons.
“If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking.”
~ Buddhist proverb
Because I had so much fun yesterday, here are more Horses of the world. Top left is the Palomino (Quarter Horse), American Miniature, Norwegian Fjord, Ahkal-Teke (Turkmenistan) (but it might be an American Mustang, I can’t remember), Gypsy Vanner (US/Canada), and Paso Fino (Puerto Rico). One of my favorites of the day was the Icelandic Pony (below). I’ve seen some beautiful photos of them in Iceland, so it was great to see one in person. They’re compact, short ponies. Because of the strict laws of Iceland, once a horse leaves the island, it can never go back. Made me a bit sad for him, really. It’s amazing they survive the extremes of Iceland (one of my bucket list destinations, by the way). I sure enjoyed my time with Stacy and the horses.
“Some changes look negative on the surface, but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.” ~ Eckhart Tolle
Stacy Yelton and I took to an adventure to the Kentucky Horse Park. Even though I’ve been there before, I’d never had the chance to experience the various shows, like Horses of the World and Hall of Champions. The former was my favorite. I enjoyed all the horses of course, but I fell in love with the Arabian (above) all over again. When that horse began to walk sideways, proud and strong, I was completely smitten. The beautiful blue eyes of the Gypsy Vanner (below) were captivating, too.
We also enjoyed the International Museum of the Horse with their beautiful exhibit on, guess what? Arabians! The whole museum was wonderful, truly. Near the end of our very hot and sweaty day we meandered over to the Saddlebred Museum where Stacy tried her hand at a few of their… younger exhibit props. My job was to take advantage of the situation, of course, as evidenced above. The little girl on the horse behind Stacy was having almost as much fun as I was I think.
Stacy and I commented that all of the riders in Horses of the World were women. “A man and his dog, and a girl and her horse,” Stacy said. A truth obvious even in the gift shop. Noted, too, the museum’s acknowledgment of horsemen who were/are not white, such as the groom above with Kentucky Derby and Preakness winner, Funny Cide. A short film in the Saddlebred museum looks at the best horsemen America ever had as being freed slaves from Kentucky, although the Nez Perce might disagree. But they, too, are recognized as vastly able horsemen. There was a nice piece on the Buffalo Soldiers, and several places in the museum featured the winningest jockey of all time, Isaac Murphy, an African American man from Fayette County, Kentucky. Of course, no visit to the park is complete without paying respects to the greatest race horse that ever lived, Man-O-War, a.k.a. Big Red. He’s buried beneath his stature just inside the entrance. Although Secretariat isn’t buried at the Park, the entrance hosts this fantastic bronze of him, too (below). He was also called Big Red. Coincidence? It was an awesome adventure day, start to finish.