“Why this cult of wilderness?... because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger.” —Edward Abbey
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YouTube video of me on- Jocko Podcast 70 w/ Iris Gardner - Overcoming Unspeakable Darkness. youtube.com/watch?v=HL4JsK_J…
A Day With Norwegian Fjord Horses: Spring in the North youtu.be/aK7rWplIKEI?si=H2SQ… via @YouTube
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One of the best lessons I’ve learned in my life is that beautiful moments only happen for me when I put myself in them. When I get up early and catch the horses playing as the mist lifts off the land, when I round up the family to walk the whole herd up to the top pasture just for the fun of it, when I ride out an afternoon thunderstorm under a shed roof and wait for that golden storm cloud sunshine to reemerge…when I take time to watch a moment of sweetness between my daughter and an old horse….
Just up-
New podcast with the Mountain & Prairie podcast.
great conversation with Ed Roberson about our shared passion for books, intentional parenting, the power of positivity, writing, conquering social media, being married to a Navy SEAL, and much more!
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An incredible story of a strong woman who faced unspeakable darkness as a child and now shines the light on an issue facing every parent... whether we can see it or not with @onlyirisgardner Hear Iris apple.co/3g6CD4x #applepodcasts #themojosessionspodcast #spotifypodcast
New video up on my YouTube channel. Enjoy!
Gardening Through the Seasons youtu.be/fDP4Or3ciFU via @YouTube
Fenrir the Wolf, Andor the Eagle, and Bjorn the Bear.
-Also known as
Fenrir the Brave, Andor the Destroyer, and Bjorn the Gentle.
..Autumn is drifting on into winter, her breath like a bear trap on my neck. I pull my coat closer, my horse bows her head, but only those who understand magic can see her horn.
I am where I am meant to be, hardened by the cold, the smell of woodsmoke drifting across the valley.
My great privilege in life was to be born in these mountains. Many years ago, my young hippie parents left their childhood homes to hitchhike around the country, living in teepees and shacks without running water or electricity, with goats and dogs and grubby little kids, fully..
“...That she’ll always take the opportunity to jumping into icy cold water in the middle of October just because it’s fun, that she’ll ride fast horses with reckless abandon, that she’ll get up early just to watch the sun rise and stay up late to treasure the stars.”
“My hair wasn’t brave. My hair wasn’t smart. Or quick witted, or talented. My hair wasn’t strong or wise or kind; it wasn’t honest or humble or compassionate.⠀⠀⠀
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It was just...pretty. “⠀⠀⠀
-Iris
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“Where does your strength come from?” asked the boy.
“From knowing I am loved” said the horse.
-Charlie Mackesy
The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse
#andorthedestroyer
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