So…..what did I learn in Iceland? I learned that there is no shame in struggling. I learned that it is a joy to be part of a community and have the opportunity to help my neighbors. I learned that to truly be in harmony with my horses, I must invite them into my community and attentively listen to the myriad spectrum of communications that they constantly offer.
There are so many things to worry about when the frigid days of an Iowa winter arrive; waterers and pipes freezing, vehicles not starting, sheets of ice on the ground making every step a perilous one. Such bitter cold is difficult for any creature, but the Icelandic horse is better equipped to cope than most.
Finding the right horse is always a difficult task. The difficulty in finding the right Icelandic Horse is compounded by the fact that there are so few in the United States. Add to that the frequency of "backyard breeding" and the lack of experienced trainers to advise and guide you and the task can become trying. It is an important decision that may affect your life for many years, so BE PATIENT! A mistake in purchase can be costly and difficult to remedy.