Cool breeze rustles grass
Not a cloud in the blue sky
Horse nose, buttercups.
Art Prescription: Trying to make some big decisions, I went to the farm to seek divine guidance. A farm is a good place to do some soul searching.
Winter mud blanket
A box of brushes leads to
A sweet posting trot!
Art Prescription: Pulling into the farm I thought, is that Doc? Yep, that’s Doc! The dirtiest horse in the paddock. And I loved grooming him and connecting with him before a ride. This time of touch and getting totally in these beings space before you ask them to wear a
saddle and hold you on their back, is prescious.