A guest post (and a giveaway) from Jodi Thomas
When I begin working on a new story I always do something I call “walking the land.” I take a few weeks, or sometimes a few months and wander through museums, bookstores, old houses, cemeteries and the stories begin. Since I’m doing books right now set on modern day ranches, I visit several, go to rodeos and sale barns, etc.
Last month I went to the Dove Creek Ranch and Equine Rescue. I was tagging along with a friend doing an interview but within minutes of driving down into the small canyon, stories were popping in my mind. The lady who owned and ran the place had a true love for horses and spent a great deal of time helping horses that had been abused and abandoned.
She told me the first thing she does when she gets an animal who has been left alone in a small corral or barn for sometimes months is she lets them roam the land with the herd. She says they’ve forgotten how to be a horse.
I was around horses growing up and I’ve spent my time riding and brushing them down, but I’ve never seen them until I saw horses through her eyes. She said, “After my husband died and I was raising kids and trying to run the ranch, I would sometimes go out at night and just walk among the herd.”
Then, she made my day. She asked me if I wanted to go with her. We slipped through the fence and walked onto ranchland that used the walls of the canyon as its boundaries. We moved slow, not directing the herd, not invading, just joining. We moved closer. Just letting the horses slowly surround us.
I think it was one of the most peaceful, alive feelings I’ve ever had. She probably thought I was an idiot because I couldn’t stop smiling.
As a writer of over 40 books I sometimes feel I don’t live, I just do research. Like a person who doesn’t see Paris because he’s too busy taking selfies, I’m too consumed with stories dancing in my head to sometimes stop and enjoy the grand, wonderful things in life.
Like walking with a herd of horses on a cloudy day when the wind still whispers winter and the grass crunches beneath your boots.
I may never make it back to Dove Creek Ranch, but you can bet I’ll go there many more times in my mind.
Ms. Thomas is giving two signed copies of Lone Heart Pass to two lucky US readers. Make a comment below to be entered in this drawing.
A fifth generation Texan who taught family living, Jodi Thomas chooses to set the majority of her novels in her home state, where her grandmother was born in a covered wagon. A former teacher, Thomas traces the beginning of her storytelling career to the days when her twin sisters were young and impressionable. Her latest book is Lone Heart Pass.
What an amazing experience! I so envy you that opportunity! Few people get a chance for something so moving.
What a great story!! I have always loved horses, but I have never had the pleasure of owning any. My husband and both love your books! He reads your historicals and I read both. I can’t wait to read this new Ranson Canyon book, this is an awesome series.
I LOVE your books, Ms. Thomas, and as a huge animal lover, I really enjoyed your story about walking with the herd. Thanks for the contest!
Loved the comments about horses. My two horses live in a pretty big herd of about fifteen other geldings, and one of my favorite things to do in my life after working all day is to hang out with them in their own territory. You really can’t get a better understanding of horses and equine culture than to walk among them and observe how they live. Lovely thoughts!
I love this idea of becoming with the animals’ sense of peace and place. Fantastic!
My Mom is a HUGE Jodi Thomas fan and I enjoyed the Harmony books featuring Regan Truman (wonderful character).
One of the things I miss most living in Los Angeles area is nature. We lived in Seattle for years and even though Seattle is very urban nature was all around us. In the midst of the city I would see bald eagles, hawks and owls searching for a meal in Volunteer Park which I could see from our garden. I really miss the owls hooting in the wee hours.
Thanks for the lovely essay, I too picked up a copy of Lone Heart Pass for my Mom yesterday.
What a wonderful story of a wonderful experience, Jodi. Thank you for sharing it. Those rare, in-the-moment times when one feels both peaceful and alive are the true treasures, are they not? I myself think they are more likely to happen when one connects with nature in some way, with something larger than one’s self. We have red-tailed hawks that regularly ‘patrol’ our property and I usually stop and just watch their graceful soaring flight with the sun sometimes catching the color of their tails before they move on. Although some may laugh, they give me a sense of peace too, a centeredness if you will.
Also, my mom’s family moved into Indian Territory and Texas after the Civil War too. And so you know, I picked up my copy of Lone Heart Pass yesterday.