Today Steen came into my life.
The last horse I owned was Blue, a quarterhorse mare we purchased when I was about 12.
Blue and I usually rode with my friend, Dale and her horse, Molly. Dale was an adult, but was kind enough to put up with me for riding partner. We’d go all over the place together, and sometimes find ourselves considering taking a trail neither of us were familiar with. She’d often say, “Where does it go?” My most typical response eventually became our mantra:
“Every trail goes somewhere.”
I’ve found it is a good thing to keep in mind when working with horses.