By Danielle Weber-Adrian
One of my grandfather’s greatest passions was to raise, train, and love horses. None of his three children or three grandchildren loved horses. That is, until I came along as his fourth grandchild. When my mother was leaving for the hospital to give birth to me he said, “This one is my last chance. This one doesn’t get a vote.”
By Faranak Toma, Minnesota
I am originally from an ancient nomadic tribe in the Middle East. My tribe used to live in a mountainous area till a couple hundred years ago, when they started to settle down in villages and cities. But they have kept their culture, their language, and their connection with each other.
By Russell Henderson, Oregon
The horse who became my cherished friend had helped me heal from the loss of my wife. How would Divine Spirit guide me through saying good-bye to him?
By Paula Flint, West Virginia
I love animals, and many years ago I was open to a new kind of love relationship in my life. Personal issues were overwhelming me. I wanted spiritual growth, but it appeared that all I was getting was physical drama and emotional pain.
By Daniel Nseyo, Lagos, Nigeria
On a quiet morning I drove to my office on Victoria Island, a large and sophisticated urban area in Lagos near beaches on the Atlantic Ocean. Although there initially weren’t many cars on the road, traffic started to build up as the result of a malfunctioning stoplight. This meant I had to sit alone in my car while waiting to move forward. But I wasn’t alone for long.
By Norman Lee, Montana
All my horses are rescued. We jokingly call them the geriatric herd because they range in age from twenty-three to twenty-nine years old. Currently we have an Arabian-Belgian, two black-and-white Paint horses, and a part-Morgan horse.