Mustang Collage

I’m a horse girl. I’ve always been. The first story about me escaping to the neighbors draft horses, is from before my first memory. I learned to read when I was 5 years old, and read all the horse books available in the library of my town, and the two closest cities (both fictional, and non-fictional books.) As I grew older I started to hang out at the closest riding school, as often as mom would allow me to. On school holidays I volunteered taking care of horses in another stable, getting up at 4am to walk 3,5 km to get there, for the pleasure of feeding someone else’s horses in the morning (without being paid of course.) I saved ten years to be able to purchase my first horse. I’ve attended many clinics with famous, and non-famous trainers. I’ve observed horses in pastures, and in the wild for thousands of hours. I borrowed pieces of knowledge from different centuries, countries, and horses, like pieces of a puzzle, putting them together in my head. One of my girlhood dreams was to gain the trust of a wild horse. It became more than a dream. Two and half years ago, I got the opportunity to put my theories to work.


Rebel Day 9


The young gelding that became my friend, was approximately 3 years old at the time. There was never any force involved in our friendship. He wanted it as much as I did. The collage in this post is a mix of photos from our second week together. I had my camera take a photo every 30 seconds, during one of our short training sessions, using a fence post as a tripod. I’m a firm believer in many short sessions, to not ever let a young horse get bored. The most important goal being that every session is a positive experience. Slow is fast with horses, and a good foundation is everything, if you want a partner you can trust.


“You can never rely on a horse that is educated by fear! There will always be something that he fears more than you. But, when he trusts you, he will ask you what to do when he is afraid.”
– Antoine de Pluvinel (1555-1620)


Getting to know a horse born in the wild is slightly different from getting to know a domestic horse. I’ve noticed that my touch was easy to accept, but new materials, and sounds that he wasn’t used to from the wild triggered his flight instinct in a fraction of a second. The jacket that I am wearing in the photos became a monster on a windy day, a few days after these photos. I thought that we had a developing friendship going on, and was completely taken by surprise when he charged at me with bare teeth one morning. He didn’t listen when I told him with my body language to stop, and back away (by making myself HUGE.) He literally ripped the jacket of me, lifting me off the ground, and shaking me. Using his teeth to bit by bit get the monster off me. Everything happened really fast, as it often happens with horses. I concentrated on breathing calmly, and not panic, when I realized that it wasn’t me he was attacking. I have no idea how long it took for him to get the monster of my back. It felt like forever. He would not stop until he finished his task. He took the biggest piece of my jacket (my new winter jacket was now in several small pieces,) and galloped to the other end of the enclosure, throwing it up on a fence post, while stomping the ground around the monster, kicking up a lot of dust,  before slowly trotting over to me. That was it. He was as calm as could be, wanting some scratches for a job well done …

I spent six months becoming his friend, before showing him a saddle. I gave him about a month to get used to the saddle before the first ride. When I did start riding him he never bucked once. My personal circumstances changed, and I was forced to let him go. I will forever be grateful for his friendship, and what he taught me. When I have the right setup for another mustang, hopefully sooner than later, I will definitely adopt one. It is an experience you can’t imagine in your wildest dreams.



Ms Zen


PS. I’m not a horse trainer, just a girl who loves horses very much. I do not recommend any training method. Anything, and everything that involves a big animal like a horse is potentially dangerous. Anything you choose to try is on your own risk.

Published by Sagittarius Viking

It’s all about experiences, and the healing power of nature. Life is about choosing happiness. I entered the magic world of photography when I was five years old. My gypsy soul have taken me to many different countries, and definitely taught me to be more humble. I believe that you are what you eat, body and soul. I enjoy growing my own food, and spending time outdoors. A Sagittarius loves to travel, have an open mind and, and a philosophical view. It motivates them to wander around the world in search of the meaning of life. Sagittarius is extrovert, optimistic and enthusiastic, and likes changes. A lot of that perfectly describes me. The fact that my ancestors, on both parents sides, were vikings, doesn’t exactly lessen my desire to explore. Maybe a slightly more mindful exploring, compared to the average viking. My blog, and my art prints is a results of my (inner and outer) explorations. Love, Maria

29 thoughts on “Mustang Collage

    1. Thank you Tina. It was difficult to let him go. I feel good knowing that he has a great home. I feel blessed by the gift of knowing him. There will be other horses when the time is right. ❤ Thank you for your kind comment.

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  1. I never would have guessed that you was a horse girl 😉
    Great photographs, and loved the story about how the horse protected you from the monster. And impressed how you managed to stay composed.

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    1. Thank you for your comment Isadora 🙂 Horses can indeed capture your heart. In fact in the rural parts of the western states many people are still depending on them for their livelihood. Here a good horse can make the difference between life and death; while riding in difficult terrain to reach far corners of ones ranch, while gathering livestock, hauling water to livestock, carrying food/fencing, as a mean of transportation to help a neighbor in extreme weather when other vehicles can’t get through etc.


  2. That’a an amazing and lovely collage of you and your friend. >3 Hope he can be replaced by another magic horse soon. Cling to your dreams. I like “slow ist fast ist with horses”.
    Have a wonderful weekend,

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  3. I love the quote and it is so true. The horse I have now, Biasini, is the first horse I have had who was genuinely nervous. In our three years together he has learned to trust me and I know he would ask me what to do if he was nervous. Thank you for this nice post.

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    1. I’m so sorry for my late reply to your comment, I’ve somehow manage to miss it. The first horse is SO special. What kind of horse did you start your journey with?

      Mine was an Icelandic Horse. I have a photo of him in my book shelf, right next to where I’m sitting now. It reminds me, and I use the story to inspire my daughter, that you can get anything you want – if you’re willing to work hard enough. I saved for ten years to purchase my first horse.

      I’m just starting out with a young half Arabian right now, and it is very exciting ! I’m hoping to do endurance riding with him in a few years.

      Have a wonderful weekend!


      1. My first horse was a half Arab gelding. 😊 I love Arabs, although after riding Missouri fox trotters, it’s hard to want to ride anything else! He didn’t walk very fast, but could trot like the wind and I was overcome with joy to get him.

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        1. Awe that’s wonderful!! Arabs are special horses. I didn’t get to experience that first hand until 6 years ago, when I had three Arabians in my care for a while. They definitely do better in the climate we have here in the western states, compared to northern Europe. The Arabians I saw as a child in Sweden didn’t look very happy. Or maybe I just met the wrong ones. Here I keep meeting wonderful individuals. Enjoy your day ❤


  4. What an amazing experience getting to gentle a mustang! Scary about the jacket and sad about letting him go, though. Someday I would love to get a mustang of my own, but for now I have my ottb. It sounds like we were the same kid growing up. If often wake at 4 and not get home from the barn until 930 at night. 🙂

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    1. Horses and children sure have a special connection. I love bringing my daughter to the stable. She learned how to walk by holding on to my favorite horse’s
      Have a wonderful weekend!


  5. Beautiful! Thank you for the link to read this beautiful story. I’m sorry you could not keep him, am happy he has a good home. I’ve always wanted to adopt a wild mustang, but never have. You are definitely a horse whisperer! ❤️

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    1. It’s never too late my friend ❤ I would do it in a heart beat if I had the set-up needed. I think love, patience, time, and a safe place to play are the most important ingredients for success. I'm just a girl that loves horses very much.

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