Spirit of Horse Blog

Inspirations and Insights from Kim McElroy.

Mystico Part 6, November 2002 ~ Homeward Bound

Read Part 5 of Mystico’s story here When I realized that the horse transport company I had hired said there were going to be additional delays I knew I had to make other arrangements. As I remember I had given them a deposit, which I would lose if I changed my plans, but I couldn’t stand the thought of one more week for Mystico and I waiting in this interminable misery I began calling horse haulin ...[Read More]

Mystico Part 5, November 2002 ~ Into the Fire

Read Part 4 of Mystico’s story here After Cora left the house I had a chance to recover for an hour or so until the trainer Alex was due to arrive. Mystico was relaxed and as before, seemed like a different horse from the anxious pacing horse I had seen the night before. It was a beautiful sunny fall day, and I mused on the strange pattern of events that had gotten us to this junction. One would t ...[Read More]

Mystico Part 4, October 2002 ~ Out of the Frying Pan…

Read Part 3 of Mystico’s story here After Cora had told me of the incident when Mystico had attacked her I began to have misgivings about him staying at her home. I had thought when I decided to trailer him from the show and I needed a boarding situation for him that Mystico would be better off in a home environment than in an anonymous horse stable handled by strangers. But I hadn’t been ab ...[Read More]

Mystico Part 3, October 2002 ~ Quicksand

Read Part 2 of Mystico’s Story here I saw Mystico off to my friend Cora’s home in Tennessee, and I flew home to Washington State. I called and checked in with Cora every couple of days and she said he was settling in just fine, he was being a good horse, and all was well at her barn with her other horses. All seemed to be going fine, except that the horse hauling company I had hired now said it wa ...[Read More]

A Father’s Day Tribute to my Dad ~ The Flight of the Pheasant

“A child looks up at the stars and wonders. Great fathers put a child on his shoulders and helps them to grab a star.” – Reed Markham Dear Dad, Thank you for helping me to discover who I was in so many ways. Thank you for patiently showing me the ways around challenges, and for taking the brunt of my moods when my expectations surpassed my abilities. You taught me to keep a light ...[Read More]

Mystico Part 2, September 2002 ~ This is Just the Beginning

  Read Part 1 of Mystico’s Story here Once I had decided to purchase Mystico, I was anxious that it all happen quickly as I wasn’t able to ascertain the mood of his owner. She finally returned to my booth and I told her I had decided to purchase him. She nodded perfunctorily, and suggested we go to the auctioneer to make payment arrangements. As we walked to the auction office I was in ...[Read More]

Mystico Part 1 September 2002 ~ The Sound of Geese ~

When I have important decisions to make, or I am about to experience a profound change, I will often receive signs that tell me to pay attention.  Sometimes I welcome these signs, if I need encouragement and the path is one I am undertaking willingly.  Other times, if the signs tell me of a direction that I anticipate is going to be difficult, I have to trust that there is a deeper reason than I c ...[Read More]

The Wind Beneath My Wings ~ A Tribute to my Mother, Kay McElroy

My mother, Kay was born Florence Elizabeth Phillips in 1922 to her mother Martha Vaughn who was a light opera singer, and her father Nathan Phillips who was a playwright. Her mother wanted to continue her career so she sent little Florence to California to be raised by her grandmother. Though mom had a beautiful voice, and even sang in a Rumba band professionally when she was 17, the absence of he ...[Read More]

A Helping Hand

In 1986, after graduating from Northwest College of Art, I was anxious to see what possibilities my new artistic style in painting horses had in store for me. I wanted to sell my art, so my first step was to contact some gallery owners in Seattle to see if they would show my work. Some galleries didn’t think my work was suitable, but then I was accepted at Legends Gallery which had a beautiful sel ...[Read More]

A Style All Its Own

In 1986, during the spring break of my second year of art college, my mother and I drove down to Arroyo Grande, Calif. to visit our friend, Geska, and her daughter, Debbie. They lived with their three Arabian horses on a bluff overlooking the distant Pacific Ocean. As a child, I always loved to visit Geska and Debbie as they were the only people in my parent’s circle of friends who had horses. You ...[Read More]