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Eight Belles: A Lost Story about Why Horses Came to Earth
Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes, article, The Moderate Voice — May 2008
Barbaro. Now Eight Belles.
My father comes from a place where the old men and old women still consider horses to be gods who came to earth.
These one of a kind people, these last-of-their-kind people in our family, say this about horses: "Never force a horse to run relentlessly, for a horse is made of Love and Courage on four legs"…
Angel of the Orphan Aegan Donkeys
Kerem Saltuk, essay — January 2006
When the donkeys are too old, weak or sick, villagers simply let them go in to forests. And then, their angel show-up. Mrs. Yildiz Dinc finds them and pulls into her farm to give them a retirement place, food and fresh water...
Back on the Trail to Freedom
Cameron Miller, Santa Maria Times, commentary — January 2006
Return to Freedom provides a sanctuary for bipedal animals — two-legged humans — who can observe and sometimes walk among a species that builds a strong sense of community and family bonds...
Flogging A Natural Born Hero: The Betrayal of Smarty Jones
Becky Bergwin, Counterpunch, commentary — June 2004
Then, for some completely incomprehensible reason, Mr. Elliott starts to whip him. He starts hitting him and you can see Smarty's head snap back...
Basketball Doesn't Need Donkeys
Norwich Bulletin, commentary — April 2004
During the heat of competition, inexperienced riders often mishandle donkeys, pushing, pulling, kicking and even punching "uncooperative" animals. Donkeys have been injured by misthrown balls or by falls on slippery surfaces...
Hopeless Romantics
Laura Moretti, essay
I called him “Dusty” because he was found among the debris in a slaughterhouse yard, so weak from starvation and disease, he could barely stand without locking his hindlegs together for balance...
I'm A Believer
Laura Moretti, essay
I saw God today. And not being a believer in any traditional God, that says a lot. But I did see God today... I had joined the director of the Wild Horse Sanctuary this past weekend on long, seemingly endless and barren desert highways in Arizona...
In The Saying Goodbye
Laura Moretti, essay
Most of my work has been about images. Pictures with words. That’s where I seem to do my best, for some reason (I guess because I figure a picture says so much). Images. A man wielding a club over the head of an infant seal — that’s a powerful image. It needs no words...
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