tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675400227452214320.post4676763059855435089..comments2023-08-12T06:19:39.389-07:00Comments on Madame Molly's Magickal Musings: Horse, Magick, and MachaMadame Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15063938087874366933noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675400227452214320.post-58473994207370265692012-07-23T16:32:27.414-07:002012-07-23T16:32:27.414-07:00Hey, wanted to let u know I have nominated u for t...Hey, wanted to let u know I have nominated u for the On Lovely Blog Award, please check it out!<br />http://witchscoffee.blogspot.com.br/2012/07/blog-awards.html<br />Blessed be!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675400227452214320.post-53237924991328329212012-04-16T20:05:49.064-07:002012-04-16T20:05:49.064-07:00I was also raised with horses. There's a joke ...I was also raised with horses. There's a joke in our family that I was birthed on the back of a horse. I wasn't, but my mother rode right up till when she went in labor with me (She was riding at the time). <br /><br />At 3 yrs old I again proved my horsey prowess by bucking out a green broke horse. NO mom didn't throw me up there without supervision, at least not on purpose. She thought her BF had a hold of me, he thought my mom had a hold of me. Obviously no one did and I excitedly kicked the horse. We were in a large barn so I went to one end and back. I still remember that ride even though I was so young. I thought it was fun when the horse started bucking. I remember my mother screaming grip with your legs! I did and I stayed on. ;) She ended up selling that horse at auction while I rode it into the ring. It was one of the highest sales of the night. <br /><br />I don't have horses now, but I go on equine classified listings often and look at horses. I'd love to have them again one day.Salem Witch Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01915867537411038658noreply@blogger.com