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These spirit horses hold a special place in my heart; the way each one shows themselves to me and then comes to life in their own special way is always so awesome. Each spirit horse is accompanied with a story of their own, it unfolds as I work. It started out that I used to just tell someone verbally about their horse, and then it just developed into a story that needed to go along with their horse. Below you can see the story of Thunderfoot. Each horse is numbered and signed. This has been my personal tribute to the ponies, of all the ones that have came and all the ones that have gone. Horses have a way of speaking to your soul.

Abby is the beautiful buckskin mare running barrels and the spirit horse done in honor of her named Returns Again. Moon was also a tribute to an awesome calf horse that had qualified for the AQHA World Show.

Approximate measurements of the spirit horse and feathers are 25" x 14"

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I am also sharing an inspired poem that was written for me about my spirit horses. You can get a signed and embossed copy of this poem for $2.50.

It can be said that the horse actually created the nomadic Plains Indian, when the explorers first came upon the mounted tribesmen they initially named them the Horse Indians. The explorers were met by warriors that were mounted, mobile, fierce, and proud. The warriors reveled in both the chase after the game and the charge against the enemy. The bond between the warrior and his horse was held sacred and in tradition they were inseparable, they fought together as one - each in tune with the others spirit. A warrior and his horse were both ready for battle and prepared to die together.

Only superior horses were made into battle horses. These horses had to not only withstand the whooping and screaming of the fight, but they also had to respond alertly to commands by pressure from it’s riders knees or shift in weight, as the warrior’s hands were engaged at striking at the enemy. When hunting or fighting, the warrior did not wish to encumber their horses with much weight, so they rode bareback or with a simple pad or piece of hide. War paint was adorned both before and after the battle, and was also symbolic of past deeds. This pony wears the red hand of death, signifying that the warrior killed an enemy in hand to hand combat; he is also adorning many coup marks representing the highest act of bravery. The circle around the eye aided in clear vision during battle and was symbolic of the spiritual unity between the warrior and the pony. The stripes around the front leg symbolize that this pony was a steady mount in at least three major battles, and was also the prized object of two horse raids. Tangled in the mane and tail are feathers of the eagle, which came to represent that bird’s fierce predatory qualities including swiftness, vigilance and keen eyesight, which that medicine was then called upon in times of need. The feathers worn by this horse tell the story of a warrior killing an enemy and cutting one’s throat as well as counting coup five times. This horse’s blanket is decorated with the symbol, Keeping of the Soul, meaning to purify the souls of loved ones living and deceased, and to increase love for one another.

Horse being the first animal medicine of civilization has come to represent freedom, physical power and unearthly power. Horse offers you the gift of safe movement and new journeys, physical and spiritual; and can express the magical side of humans signifying wind, and even the foam on the sea.

*Other markings may have no symbolic significance except for that of the whispering from spirit to the heart
     and soul of the artist.

Black Thunder   Many Miles       Moon     Red Wind  The Wanderer	The horses are dancing to the call of the drum, they are running, yes running to the midnight sun. The colors, spectacular!, in the night as in day, they’re free, manes are flowing . . . Run as they may. Some were war ponies that the great ones rode on, showing their stations in life, the line was so long. Some appeared to wear paint, dimmed with the time, I tried to peer closer, but it was almost all gone. The feelings evoked, stirred deep in my soul, if I could capture a bit, and share with the whole. I felt deep pain for the messages brought, it is missed by so many, and totally lost. The horses have died, so many in vein, but so proudly they marched through my mind once again. I now hear their hoof beats, feel their breath on my cheek, as slowly again now, I drift back to sleep. Here comes a proud one so beautiful, so bold, he comes as buckskin, under the sun he looks gold. He said, “Yes, I’m the Proud One, or so I’ve been told, I’ve returned to the earth many times, many times . . . not one could claim me, for I own my own soul. I’ve taught many a lessons to the young and the old. I only return now, just in your dreams, and in visions to souls to share what life means. I shall send many others, with messages they’ll bring, the song of their lives to you they shall sing. I urge you to paint them in the hours of late night, when you listen you’ll hear them, they whisper so light. Some may cause souls memories once again to return. Some may release bindings of chains when your owned. Some will touch joy to the heart of the young. The lessons my dear will go on and on. Now I shall leave you,” said the buckskin of gold, “remember the lessons and stories of old. Tell the people, the two-leggeds, they have to be free, to expand and to grow like the giant oak tree. “Wait!” I called out as he started to fade, “I might not do them justice, I’m just a little afraid. . . ” KHN & Co.	Spirit Warrior   Swift Horse    Snowfall      Thunderfoot   Thundering