I hear them when I ride. When I groom, tack up, lead or look at a horse.
Voices, many many voices.
I hear the voice of Bonnie, the first person to give me lessons. When I duck in front of my horse and the fence/trailer/whatever he's tied to.
"Always walk around behind your tied horse, never in front!"
Bonnie again, talking about soothing a horse.
"It doesn't matter WHAT you say, its your tone of voice. The horse has no idea that when you quietly and calmly say 'maaashed poootaaaatoooos' that you're talking about supper."
When I'm feeling goofy but lonely I hear songs Kimfer & I used to sing while riding together.
"I could wash my car in the rain. Change my new guitar strings. Mow the yard just the same, as I did yesterday. I don't need to waste my time, cryin over you. I've got better things to do."
From Dave Manning
"Let me just sit on him a spell"
From Ed Wright
"Now what happened there at 2nd barrel? Just WHY did you leave your brain at 1st? You need to take your brain with you the ENTIRE time you're RIDIN!"
"Quit ridin like a white woman!! You gotta have some SOUL when you ride."
"I'm proud of ya baby"
"Well your horse is done but YOU'RE not."
From numerous barrel racing friends
That's just a few, but needless to say even when I ride alone I'm not really alone lol
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