Ah, well.
Another New Year's Eve, which seems to naturally be a time for reflection. Time markers seem to bring that on, I think for all of us.
2010 was an interesting year. It has been a year of growth, of renewal, of watching the Lord begin the work of restoration in my life in a deeper way. Of learning to allow myself to think about dreaming *soft smile* Of walking with dear friends, and them walking with me, friends from all around the globe. Of reclaiming my herd, and acknowledging the skipping of my heart when they came to me, of watching them settle into rest and contentment in the field, and my heart pitterpattering more when they swarm me of their own volition, eager for scratches and attention, not just food (although, of course, that too. They are horses). Hearing the thump of galloping little hooves as they come running at dinner time. Realizing the extreme difference between their thumps, and those of the Shire/TB cross at the stable as he runs across the field LOL, and thanking God for both. Of beginning to believe I can decorate a house, or train a horse, or ride, or offer myself in any myriad of ways and it not be ....rejected. Of discovering deep and lasting friendships, of continuing others that were firmly already there. Of seeing my sons growing, learning, stumbling sometimes, yes, but we all do. Of seeing my oldest son enter HS, excelling in his classes, pursuing his ever growing passion for classical music and plans to be a conductor/musician. Of wondering where that will take him in life.
It has also been a year of hard lessons. There have been grave misunderstandings with dear friends that shook our foundations, and of walking thru those, learning together how to love better. Stumbling, falling, and picking each other up. Of standing with one another, and grieving together when death or loss or uncertainty shook hard our moorings. Of learning to support each other as our Lord leads us on, sometimes into hard and difficult or frightening places, at the end of which there will be glory, but for now, one can only see the current path!
And so I want to say "Thank you"...first, to Him Who knows me by name, in Who's palm my name is carved, even as He molds this clay. For teaching me trust is a worthwhile thing, but must be earned, and that not all are trustworthy, and that's ok. There are some who are, and who are huge in my life. For beginning to open my heart to hope and love and dreaming and action. For injuries that have made me slow down enough to get back in touch, and hopefully for teaching me not to let it get to that point LOL! For those He has so graciously placed in my life, to walk with me. You are the best of friends!
For Enyalien, 2011 holds much promise. My Lillie is bred to a NC stallion, a son of Glenn's General Patton. Melody is carrying Kernel's last foal. Fancy, Snippa, and possibly Sonata are carrying Jangles' foals. I have show halters, Double K clippers, and a variety of grooming tools in hand, awaiting...I was able to trade my old 2 horse trailer that I did not need anymore for a very nice show harness...now all I need is a cart ;-) In due time!
I am trying to decide who to show, who to breed, in 2011. I would have loved to have shown Jangles, but with the loss of his eye this summer past, that won't be happening. I have no doubts his foals will prove his worth as a breeding stallion. I have one daughter of his now, who could go out on the A circuit, a lovely elegant bright sorrel and white pinto. She will be 2 this year. And I have Revel, Kernel's only son, who will replace his sire as much as can be. He is smaller, but louder pinto, and maturing nicely. He, also, will be 2, and is R. I suppose my first step is finding out which registry holds shows in this area...and they have a lovely mutual half sister, thru his sire and her dam, who will be a yearling in '11, and with whom I am VERY pleased. She will be R. So maybe it will be Revel and Buttercup who go out...put R papers on Princess, and she could go too...
Friday, December 31, 2010
Oh My...I'm Blogging!
Well...this is something I think I've toyed with for a while, but it has taken me being down with an injury for 2 wks to finally start it LOL! So...welcome to Enyalien's new blog!
This first post is a good place to let you know a bit of who we are. If you found this blog thru my website, then you may not need to read this *smile * That's up to you.
I have been horse crazy my whole life. Most females seem to be at some point...some of us never get over it! I think it truly is in the blood. I took some riding lessons, went on some trail rides, rode with friends, even did a short stint as a carriage driver for one of the companies in Louisville, KY. For the most part though, my 'horse craze' was 'satisfied' through reading and Breyers. I am a voracious reader, and took in everything from Walter Farley, Margeurite Henry, and CW Anderson to Colonol Podhajsky's writings on classical dressage and theories and principles of breeding and breed histories over the years, many times over.
In 1994 I had my first opportunity to own my own horse. I ...made the 'mistake' of going to the Kentuckiana Classic Miniature Horse Show, for which I had seen an ad at a pet store. Oh my. Some of the horses were breathtaking, this was my first exposure to Miniatures, and of course, I fell in love....with a 29.5" black bay yearling colt. The rest, they say, is history...
Warrior of course needed a friend when he came home to live with me after the show season ended. Stallions do NOT like to live alone. He made this loud and clear when he rolled under the post and rail fence while I was at work and went missing for 3 days, nearly scaring the life out of me! I promptly went and found him a filly to keep him company!
I am, as you may have guessed, a research addict...years of reading can do that to a body. So I began researching this breed. I quickly became impressed with the quality of some of the animals that could be found...and dismayed at others. I dug into bloodlines for years, and still do. I bought a variety of lines I deemed to be consistent in their production, and shortly found out why some told me breeding was a crapshoot. I couldn't buy that though, not after decades of reading after full size breeders, so I paid attention to what lines I crossed "worked" and what went to pet homes. And...after the first couple years, I came to the realization this was NOT how I wanted to operate. I needed to find a niche, and a bloodline that was consistently consistent! I also wanted as few suspected dwarf genes as possible. I wanted history. I wanted horses with well set necks, excellent shoulders and toplines and hips...correct legs, and gorgeous heads. I am a head fanatic. Give me width of forehead, tiny tippy ears, large expressive soft eyes, teacup muzzles, clean underjaws, large defined jaws or don't give me that horse! Clean throatlatches that don't have to be sweated, muscle definition that is natural and smooth and flowing and powerful. And I wanted athleticism. I have dreamed of driving for years, and I wanted natural movers. Horses that could jump, knees tucked like a hunter. And a horse that NEEDED to be bred...one in danger of extinction if it wasn't preserved. I'm a preservationist at heart, I can't help it. There were lines I found that fit the above...but already had a good following and quite a few breeders. Then I began to notice a common thread among some of them. Winks mares.
to be continued...at it's almost 1am!
This first post is a good place to let you know a bit of who we are. If you found this blog thru my website, then you may not need to read this *smile * That's up to you.
I have been horse crazy my whole life. Most females seem to be at some point...some of us never get over it! I think it truly is in the blood. I took some riding lessons, went on some trail rides, rode with friends, even did a short stint as a carriage driver for one of the companies in Louisville, KY. For the most part though, my 'horse craze' was 'satisfied' through reading and Breyers. I am a voracious reader, and took in everything from Walter Farley, Margeurite Henry, and CW Anderson to Colonol Podhajsky's writings on classical dressage and theories and principles of breeding and breed histories over the years, many times over.
In 1994 I had my first opportunity to own my own horse. I ...made the 'mistake' of going to the Kentuckiana Classic Miniature Horse Show, for which I had seen an ad at a pet store. Oh my. Some of the horses were breathtaking, this was my first exposure to Miniatures, and of course, I fell in love....with a 29.5" black bay yearling colt. The rest, they say, is history...
Warrior of course needed a friend when he came home to live with me after the show season ended. Stallions do NOT like to live alone. He made this loud and clear when he rolled under the post and rail fence while I was at work and went missing for 3 days, nearly scaring the life out of me! I promptly went and found him a filly to keep him company!
I am, as you may have guessed, a research addict...years of reading can do that to a body. So I began researching this breed. I quickly became impressed with the quality of some of the animals that could be found...and dismayed at others. I dug into bloodlines for years, and still do. I bought a variety of lines I deemed to be consistent in their production, and shortly found out why some told me breeding was a crapshoot. I couldn't buy that though, not after decades of reading after full size breeders, so I paid attention to what lines I crossed "worked" and what went to pet homes. And...after the first couple years, I came to the realization this was NOT how I wanted to operate. I needed to find a niche, and a bloodline that was consistently consistent! I also wanted as few suspected dwarf genes as possible. I wanted history. I wanted horses with well set necks, excellent shoulders and toplines and hips...correct legs, and gorgeous heads. I am a head fanatic. Give me width of forehead, tiny tippy ears, large expressive soft eyes, teacup muzzles, clean underjaws, large defined jaws or don't give me that horse! Clean throatlatches that don't have to be sweated, muscle definition that is natural and smooth and flowing and powerful. And I wanted athleticism. I have dreamed of driving for years, and I wanted natural movers. Horses that could jump, knees tucked like a hunter. And a horse that NEEDED to be bred...one in danger of extinction if it wasn't preserved. I'm a preservationist at heart, I can't help it. There were lines I found that fit the above...but already had a good following and quite a few breeders. Then I began to notice a common thread among some of them. Winks mares.
to be continued...at it's almost 1am!
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