faithfulfarmsmjtn

I’m thankful for the old horse, I don’t mind the maintenance or extra groceries. I’m happy to be their steward and caretaker. They always have a space in my pasture with green grass and alfalfa to eat, a soupy mash, and some ice on their softball sized knees. The old horse is wise and kind and young in spirit. He’s not ready to slow down quite yet despite his aging body. I’m thankful for the old horse and the life lessons that they teach, the knowledge they possess, and the weight that...

When I was in eighth grade, I had a teacher that had us write letters to our future selves. We could write or put whatever we wanted in this letter, and he would send it to us the week we graduated from high school. I remember being excited when I opened it and found $20, but there was something else I had written that stays with me more. When I was a senior in high school, I was ready to walk away from horses. I was frustrated, exhausted, and couldn’t find the joy of being around these...