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Hawk snorted again and tossed his head. Without thinking about it, Elena took a step forward with her hand out slightly in front of her. She felt his energy pull back just a little, but his feet did not move. She stopped moving forward, but extended her hand toward the horse a little more. They stood there like that, the horse not moving, but ready to leap to safety if needed, and the girl, not moving, her hand extended to the horse in friendship. The stallion snorted and shook his head, and snorted again. Elena stayed totally still, almost holding her breath. It felt like magic then, as Hawk slowly stretched his neck, and breathing heavily through his nostrils, barely touched the inquisitive whiskers on his muzzle to the palm of her hand. Then he jerked his head up and leaped back away from her, trembling as they stood looking at each other.

Elena was elated. She so wanted closeness with this wild being whose sadness in life seemed so much like her own. She was finding a sense of family with Hawk that she was unable to accept with the humans in her life.

Why? The thought brought her up short. Why is that?  Why am I able to accept closeness from this horse, and not from the people in my life? She thought about this while she was looking at the horse.

excerpt from Wild Spirits: Riding with the Herd, a novel by Ann Clemons

Half Pass


The principles of classical riding have been around for thousands of years.

These principles are the foundation for any horse-rider relationship.

They can and should be applied in any equine discipline.

Advancement through these principles creates the ultimate partnership.

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Teaching the application of these principles creates freedom for the horse and rider.

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Elena watched the scenery flow by, and imagined herself riding down the side of the road on Hawk. In her imagination he was strong and shiny and powerful. No longer was he a skinny, unhappy misfit in the world. She could feel his muscles rippling underneath her, carrying her forward, his hoof beats matching the beat of the music. She could feel her hair billowing in the wind, as was his mane and tail.

excerpt from Wild Spirits: Riding with the Herd, a novel by Ann Clemons

Reflection of the Dance


Strengthening and Nourishing Body, Soul and Spirit

Throughout the decades that I’ve been teaching and training, many people have said that there was something therapeutic about the way I worked and trained. Most people have come to realize that proximity to horses is therapeutic as well. In these times of economic and environmental drought, I felt it would be appropriate to offer my thoughts and techniques for connecting with the nature of horses—and nature in general—through these on-line courses.

This course combines principles of Classical Dressage Training and simple spiritual teachings and includes a short phone consultation with me, Ann Clemons, your instructor.

Hardcopy Version contains a softcover copy of Wild Spirits, a workbook and an online experiential course component. $45 + $5 shipping

Download Version
contains PDF files of Wild Spirits and the workbook, along with the online experiential course component. $35

For technical questions, please send an email.

For questions about the course, please call Ann at 505-384-2555 or send her an email.

Grazing with the Herd: From Devastation to Tranquility

I was once seized by an attack while driving down the road, something like a tetanus attack with lockjaw. They were sure it was a heart attack, and I was taken to the hospital for tests. Long story short, at the age of 34, I was told I would not work again. Now, 23 years later, I am working, in excellent health, and I'm grazing with my herd.

This course is an interactive experience of this transformative healing journey, as told through the stories of Elena and Hawk, the wild spirits of Wild Spirits.

I invite you to join them on their journeys of transformation, where you will embark on your own journey — one that addresses who you are, where you are, and in light of the needs and hungers of your soul.

Hardcopy Version contains a softcover copy of Wild Spirits, a workbook and an online experiential course component. $45 + $5 shipping

Download Version
contains PDF files of Wild Spirits and the workbook, along with the online experiential course component. $35

For technical questions, please send an email.

For questions about the course, please call Ann at 505-281-2949 or send her an email.


SPIRIT AND THE HORSE expressed in clay tile murals.

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"What an absolutely glorious book. You are an amazing talent, both in your writing and in your painted clay art. Very unusual and soulful. You are an extraordinary spirit!"

- Sharon

Clay tile mural; original artwork by Ann Clemons


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Clay tile mural; original artwork by Ann Clemons



Clay tile mural; original artwork by Ann Clemons

They stood this way, no movement, no sound, except for the air moving in and out of their lungs and the quiet early morning song of the birds. But there was a tension, a throbbing energy between them so strong it resembled a heartbeat. Elena focused on her breathing as she stared at the ground. A picture began to form in her mind. Misty, dreamlike, an outline took form and then became animated. As the mist began to clear, a herd of horses ran free across the desert, snorting, hooves hammering. Then, like a flash of lightning, it was gone. She heard Hawk snort.

excerpt from Wild Spirits: Riding with the Herd, a novel by Ann Clemons

REVIEWS of Ann's Novel Wild Spirits: Running with the Herd

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Corral Member Publishes “Equine-Assisted Novel”

Ann Clemons joins the ranks of successful authors among the O.K. Corral membership! Wild Spirits: Running with the Herd tells the story of a seventeen-year-old foster child who lands in the same “corral” as a debilitated mustang stallion rescued by the teen’s foster father. Ann shares the beautiful story of self-discovery and the evolution of a deep relationship between the two protagonists, Elena and “Hawk.”

This novel paints a case study in the basic principles of Equine Assisted Psychotherapy from Herd vs. Pack behavior, to Pressure and Pain responses, to the “Re-Circle” method. Not only would this novel be great for an equine-assisted book club, but it could be a meaningful read for folks of all backgrounds and ages!

Download a PDF of the Equine-Assisted Networker Volume 7, Number 2.

Book Chat, Enchantment magazine, October 2013
a review by Phaedra Greenwood

Wild Spirits is a first novel for Ann Clemons, but hopefully not the last. Clemons has spent a lifetime working and playing in the equestrian world, involved in wild horse rescue and a program of equine counseling for humans. She draws on her own rich experience to create with a sure hand and delicate sensibility Hawk, an older emaciated stallion that has just been taken forever from his herd. Her characters spring to life on the page with the story of Elena, an orphaned, indigenous girl of 17, who was removed from her tribe and placed in the foster system. On this touching journey of self-discovery, Elena finds refuge at last on the Layton Ranch with George and Sally, who treat her like one of the family. The girl identifies with the anguish of the lonely stallion, but finds an ancient ruin on the mesa that sparks visions of running with the herd. A bracing story and a lovely read!



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Hawk chewed his hay, pieces of it hanging out the corners of his mouth. It's a settled, peaceful feeling, she thought. Like grazing. Not thinking about yesterday or worrying about tomorrow, just being.

excerpt from Wild Spirits: Riding with the Herd, a novel by Ann Clemons


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WILD SPIRITS: Running With the Herd
a novel by Ann Clemons
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Two Wild Spirits — Hawk, a wild stallion, and Elena — forge an unlikely friendship in this story of self discovery, drought, lost souls and family.

They stood there like that, eyes fixed on each other. He with grain dribbling out the corners of his mouth as he chewed; she, shivering a little in spite of the warmth building in her chest. His ears were up and alert, pointed toward her, and she was concentrating on that warm feeling inside of her. The air felt like cool silk slipping around her and wrapping her in luxury, the evening light of dusk took on a gentle glow of gray and gold that reminded her of something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

         "I know you." The words whispered through her mind. She looked around but there was no one there but herself and the horse. Watching him carefully, she listened for more, but nothing. There were no more words. However, she felt like she could almost see the world in the horse's eyes. As she watched him, she felt as though she were being pulled into another place and time. She seemed to be falling into the dark liquid depths of his eye.

excerpt from Wild Spirits: Riding with the Herd

The two horses stood, looking down into the watery mirror. The sun created sparkling reflections in the water and Elena felt like their reflections were speaking to them in a silent, forgotten language. She found herself trying to understand, but the images began to shimmer and then fade. The harder she tried to understand the message that she felt was there, the dimmer the reflections became, until they were swallowed up in the darkness of night.

excerpt from Wild Spirits: Riding with the Herd, a novel by Ann Clemons

Short Stories by Ann Clemons


The Stallion stood looking through the close-knit wire that had been his prison for what seemed like an eternity. During his days of incarceration in this dusty dirt pen the desert sun had been beating down on the hard packed earth and everything that stood upon it without protection, including him. The insects were unbearable, biting everywhere they could find vulnerable skin. There was no shade in this tiny enclosure where he might find some temporary relief.

         Where are the mares? he wondered again as he stood motionless in the heat, gazing out into the hills that had been the herd's winter home before the capture. These hills, the foothills at the base of the mountain, had been their winter range for generations. In the summer they would move higher up the mountain, sipping from the cool bubbling river water supplied by the snow melt from the mountain summit.

         Now he licked his lips and turned to look at the small metal “pond” in his enclosure. Hopelessly he moved slowly to the rim of the tank and sniffed. His heart began to flutter and his knees trembled. The water had been fouled and was stagnated by death. The bloated body of a small animal floated in the sun heated water, and had been there for days. The Stallion's flanks were drawn up and gaunt from dehydration, and a stab of pain flew through his gut as another wave of colic tore through him.

         As his knees buckled beneath him and he sank to the ground, his anguish peaked as he wondered again, WHERE ARE MY MARES?

         The anguish and pain slowly drained away as his mind clouded and went dark.

.     .     .     .     .

         Out of the fog the Stallion trotted toward the light, sniffing the air and gazing across the thick grassy fields around him. They were there! He could smell them! His band of mares and this season's crop of foals!

         He let out a trumpeting call and the lead mare whinnied back. All was well. He galloped in her direction, a surge of freedom coursing through his blood. He was running now for the simple joy of feeling the earth rebound beneath his feet and the wind in his mane.

         It was time to go. Time to move up to the summer range.

Non-Fiction by Ann Clemons


I recently brought my two old retired horses to live with me here on the mountain.

         The move was not an easy adjustment for them. Chapon, my Appaloosa is blind in one eye, has cancer, and also got into the loco weed down South a few years ago (my little addict) and would be a perfect advertisement for “your brain on drugs”. But he continues to eat well and be happy.

         Dodger is a retired Thoroughbred off the track with old stifle injuries and he is also blind in one eye...a recent occurrence.

         These two have been together for over ten years and have become each other's support and courage. This is the first time they have been anywhere new in 6 years. At the ranch down South there are no neighbors and there is little moisture. So they have gotten used to a lot of peace and quiet where it is warm and dry....too dry.

         Here on the mountain it is, of course, damper and colder which is hard on their old joints. There are neighbors not too far away so noise comes from that direction.

And while it is not an excessive amount of noise, there are enough trees between us that the noise makers cannot be seen. Evidently this is a real problem for a “brain on drugs”.

         Something from across the fence spooked my Chapon and his locoed mind was unable to let go of whatever it was. He would stand frozen for hours on end, staring with his one eye toward the tree line, waiting for whatever danger lurked there. Dodger always stayed with him. When I fed their meals, I would have to take the halter and lead Chapon to the food, where “nurse Dodger” would remind him how to eat. I would also have to lead him to water. But he would not drink until Dodger would come and remind him how to do that too. His buddy was there for him every minute, staying close where touch was available when ever it was needed. After a couple of days, we resorted to a sedative to help release Chapon's mind from his terror, and he is now back to his normal, “brain on drugs” self.

         Today I decided to try urging them to cross the stream because the grazing is better on the other side (no, really, the grass IS greener over there ”-) ). So I haltered Chapon and led him across the stream. He was more than happy to go with me and started right on up the trail. Usually, they follow each other no matter the destination. When I turned to check on Dodger, he had stopped a good 10 feet before the stream and was standing sideways to it, not looking at it, as if to say “no, please, I just can't”. Crossing that water was just something he could not handle.

         Chapon and I went a little farther and waited, but it became obvious Dodger just couldn't do it even given the separation from his friend. The farther Chapon and I got from the stream the more agitated and panicky Dodger became. He whinnied and cried, but still could not bring himself to cross that water. So Chapon and I went back across the stream. I took the halter off Chapon, and he walked straight over to his friend and gently touched his nose, then gave him what I call a “nose hug” where there was an obvious communication between them and a visible relaxing.

         I could see Dodger's tension release as he breathed out a sigh of relief that his friend was there to offer support and comfort.

         Those two are a very real lesson in acceptance and compassion. Acceptance of their own weaknesses, and of each others.

         Of late, I have been made so aware of disposable relationships. I am not just talking about human relationships. I am talking about human's relationships with each other and just as importantly with other species. It is as if many have forgotten that all living things come from the same place and there is no one species more important than another. Instead of gentleness, understanding and support, people just seem to prefer throwing lives away. Evidenced by abandonment, bodies thrown on the side of the road in garbage bags, animals turned out of homes they have lived in for years, people without families or support systems.

         What I DON'T see thrown on the side of the road are, computers, iPods, flat screen TVs...I guess those things aren't too much trouble, and do not require love or compassion.

         I would hope every one would learn to take a lesson from the rest of Earth's creatures. They do not have a human EGO, so they live their daily lives peacefully in pursuit of.......LIFE.

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