The Howie Chronicles

Isn't that the desire of almost everyone? To simplify their life? To step back, look at all the things that grab little pieces of you, push and pull you, and be able to somewhat objectively put them in a semblance of order? But what is important? And doesn't it change over time? When I bought Howie I was coming off a series of horses that had left a bad taste in my mouth. I had stopped wanting to go to the barn. All I was looking for was a pretty lawn ornament, really. And to occasionally take a walk in the woods, I do enjoy that. It is not turning out the way I expected. But then, it never does, does it? Howie is turning into a very nice horse, so much more than a lawn ornament. I wonder if I will be able to keep up.