Author Archives: Mike Deal

I’ve been taking walks in the park in the afternoon these days. I plan to go every day; I make it about half the time. Some might say I’m not a very committed walker and they’d be right. Almost every time I walk, I see the same two people also walking. We pass and smile,Continue reading “The Sacred Unspoken Language”

“Looks like we might have a minimalist on our hands” I heard from outside the round pen.  Oh gosh I thought, is that me or Nolan?  Evidently the thought came out of my mouth because I got an answer:  “Well we won’t know until the end of the week.”   Things were feeling good and probably looked pretty goodContinue reading “Reflections from the round pen”

Cutting through the veil of illusion, TRUTH revealed. What seemed true isn’t really so, an appearance lacking substance. A mirage. The elusive thought. Sometimes with a small stick of dynamite, Sometimes with a funny comment or story, just within earshot. Was that meant for my ears? Reality sets in. It’s Monday night. Courage to diveContinue reading “Trust”

Last week at the clinic, drifting off to sleep while staring at the ceiling of the horse trailer, I got to thinking about the past.  I got to thinking about quiet mentors, mentors that let mistakes happen, mentors that let the learning happen, mentors that are there to help clean up when the learning gets messy.Continue reading “Bernie”

Every so often the past and the future collide in the present. This is the stuff that goosebumps are made of. As a kid I had a teacher. On Saturday I unexpectedly got to watch my daughter (who’s about the same age I was back then) get coached by this same teacher. They say whenContinue reading “Past, present, future”

Last summer we took in a couple guests. A friend-of-a-friend was in a bit of a tight spot and needed a place to park her horses for a month. One of the equines was this little pony in the photo above (is she a pony or a mini?, I’m still trying to educate myself onContinue reading “Father knows best. Or does he?”

“Your children are not your children….You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth” Kahlil Gibran I’ve always been out-front, leading the way. Until yesterday when my horse Nolan spotted a predatory plastic bag along the trail. Mikayla and Cherie when out in front to get eaten first if thatContinue reading “The arrow flies”

Doing some research on Duckweed today; helping out with a science fair project.  Stopped in my tracks in amazement and marvel at human progress.  Duckweed typed on a keyboard, information streamed almost instantaneously to the dusty barn closet that is doubling as an office these days.   Wow!  Now that is progress! There was a timeContinue reading “410”

Yesterday I took a break from the screen to stack some hay. My stack is small, only 4-5 high, but it still gives a guy something to do. The beauty is what the hay does to the mind. Body works, mind wanders. Forward in time, backward in time, remembering acquaintances that were exhaled long agoContinue reading “Juan”

Went for a walk at the park yesterday. After quickly growing bored of the manicured lawns I hiked up the hill into the coastal sage. The seasons are backwards here. This time of year is like the end of winter in most places. Dormant, brown, death. The only green, those lucky few who happen toContinue reading “The rain is coming”