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                <title>Time for a little reflection</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 21:08:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For those of you that know me...even just a little bit, you know that I love horses.  Always have, always will.  When I was little, it was the appearance of the horse that drew my attention.  Nobody will argue that the horse isn't a beautiful animal.  I can't remember who said it  but "There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a human."  The more I was around them the more I grew to appreciate the nature of the horse.  I have worked with horses in a wide variety of places and from many difference disciplines.  I started with English, and more specifically, Hunter/Jumpers.  That was my whole world for 15-16 years, then I got a job at a standardbred barn.  (Standarbred's are the once that race with the little cart behind them.)  I grew to appreciate the standardbred for all it had to endure, it was a hard life with little to no reward for the horse, just run run run.  Then I got a job in  dressage barn, and grew to appreciate the finesse of the sport.  I now work at a private boarding stable with a wide variety of horses and I also volunteer at an equine rescue center.  The horses that come to us at the rescue are pretty much other peoples throw always.  Horses that are past their prime, or have been injured and never reached their prime or horses that people just don't have the time for anymore.  Every horse has something to teach you and only people who have been around lots of horses would understand this.  Most people think a horse is a horse and that's that.  The horses at the rescue have taught me more than any other group of horses.  <br /><br />There is Brock, Brock is a 32 year old saddlebred.  He is old and swayback, his hips are sunked and his eyes are tired.  He just lives day to day and takes everything as it is.  He handles the other horses coming's and going like its old news.  If one of the young'ns  pinnes his ears and picks a fight he just walks away.  Life to short to waste your time fighting.<br /><br />There is Krisi, she's a feisty 3 year old thoroughbred.  You can't make her do anything she doesn't want to do, you have to convince her.  You have to do things her way,  she has taught me that you catch more flies with honey.  You have to find a common ground.  <br /><br />Tucker...Tucker will always have a special place in my heart.  He taught me not to just to conclusions.  Tucker was a year old standardbred, that hadn't started his under saddle training.  Tucker was a jerk, he was pushy, nippy and obnoxious.  Always in your space and didn't listen to anything you tried to teach him.  I was the brave soul who agreed to be the first person on his back.  I fully expected to hit the dirt when I got on him.  He just stood there and flicked an ear back when I got on him the first time.  He never once panicked or or got nervous.   He just accepted what was happening and listened quietly, when I asked him to do something he said "ok, I'll try."  Such a trooper!<br /><br />Then there is Windy, Windy is the love of my life.  Windy was a horse I used to do hunter/jumpers with years and years ago.  She was always just that horse out in the field with the other horses, until one day there was a shortage of horses to ride in the lesson.  My trainers told me I could try her, so I did.  She was an ex-race horse that had an old injury that caused her to limp.  I fell in love with her right from the start.  Those other riders out there (you know who you are) will understand the bond I had with her.  We just clicked, it was like she could read my mind and knew exactly what I wanted her to do and she always did what I wanted her to do.  She wasn't the best, but she always tried her best for me and that's all I ever expected out of her.  It never dawned on me once in the years I rode her that she couldn't do something.  I think it was my faith in her that gave her the confidence to do anything.  She was truly an amazing horse and I will miss her til the end of my days.  Windy passed away a few years back from cancer and just writing about her brings tears to my eyes, but I'm glad that she is at peace now.<br /><br />It always surprises me when a 1000lb horse does what 100lb me asked it to do, when they could just walk right over me if they wanted.  They are surly the most amazing creature, and I thank them all for all they have to teach me about myself.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ISOLDE-KIERAN</author>
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                <title>Going home</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 20:59:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm headed back to Oklahoma in a few months!  I'm so excited to see my family again.  Its funny, I hated Oklahoma when I lived there, now that I don't live there, I think its such a wonderful place.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ISOLDE-KIERAN</author>
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                <title>My first night of insomnia</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 01:24:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Usually I'm a great sleeper.  My head hits the pillow and I'm out.  Tonight, however, I recieved some bad news about an hour before I was going to bed.  Not terrible, your world is crashing down on you news.  Just news that pissed me off, and made it difficult for me to sleep.  I'm not going to say what the news was, that would probably leave me open for some "wow, your a selfish bitch" type of comments from some people who don't know my whole situation.   What I will say, is that I gave up something.  Something that was very important to me.  I made a huge sacrifice for someone I love very much.  I don't regret that sarcrifice because I know that it ment a lot to that person.   That persons family, the people I live with and have accepted as my family don't see that sacrifice though.  They don't see that I gave up my family and my friends to be here.  They don't see that I struggle with that every day.  <br /><br />Just under a year ago I did something to help my new "family".  It was a very big step for me, and I knew when I was doing it, that I was putting myself at risk, not my health, but my financial security.  I did it to help the people who ment so much to the person I love so much.  I did it because I wanted to be a good person.  I wanted to show them that I cared and that I was a part of their family.  I know they are good people and have done lots for me too, however, after recieving this news tonight I can't help but feel a little taken advantage of.  Perhaps I'm just being selfish, or perhaps I'm just wounded and tired.  <br /><br />It's times like this that I get very homesick.  I know my family would never do this to me or anyone close to me.  I know my boyfriend is very upset about this new situation, as it puts a huge finacial burden on us and takes us one  step farther away from what we both want.  I tried to stay upbeat and happy this evening.  It upsets me when he is upset and I didn't want him to feel the stress that I was feeling.  I feel very much alone tonight.  I really don't know what else to say.  I just needed to express myself and let out a little of my frustration.  Hopefully things will be better in the morning and we will find a simple solution.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ISOLDE-KIERAN</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 19:48:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You know your bored when...<br /><br />1) Answer the questions below<br />2) Take each answer and type it into DA search box<br />3) Take a deviation from the first page of results (may use ' popular' or 'newest' ) and post thumb (for subscribers) or link (non-subscribers)<br />4) You can't copy the persons answers who posted this before you<br /><br /><br />1. The age you will be on your next birthday<br /><a href="http://evy-and-cats.deviantart.com/art/28-33338951">[link]</a><br /><br />2. A place you'd like to travel<br /><a href="http://jemax.deviantart.com/art/Vietnam-Buddha-39022583">[link]</a><br /><br />3. Your favorite place<br /><a href="http://something-artsy.deviantart.com/art/In-his-arms-44084557">[link]</a><br /><br />4. Your favorite object<br /><a href="http://bleuberryfaery.deviantart.com/art/Pretty-stuff-12335865">[link]</a><br /><br />5. Favorite food<br /><a href="http://karma2014.deviantart.com/art/pasta-38982364">[link]</a><br /><br />6. Your favorite animal<br /><a href="http://yoshimitsu-eh.deviantart.com/art/horse-11849898">[link]</a><br /><br />7. Your favorite color<br /><a href="http://cougarlv.deviantart.com/art/brown-beauty-66972785">[link]</a><br /><br />8. The town/state/etc in which you live<br /><a href="http://lilitt.deviantart.com/art/british-columbia-33554388">[link]</a><br /><br />9. Name of past pet<br /><a href="http://katz16.deviantart.com/art/Bear-in-a-cat-46942048">[link]</a><br /><br />10. A dream come true<br /><a href="http://gunsandsex.deviantart.com/art/trophy-wife-35919805">[link]</a><br /><br />11. Your nickname/screenname<br /><a href="http://lost-in-violet.deviantart.com/art/Isolde-60744370">[link]</a><br /><br />12. Middle name<br /><a href="http://nie-wypada.deviantart.com/art/jane-s-addiction-76533403">[link]</a><br /><br />13. Favorite Smell<br /><a href="http://flareliness.deviantart.com/art/VANILLA-36521310">[link]</a><br /><br />14. Bad habit of yours<br /><a href="http://lyranthe.deviantart.com/art/Lazy-58427209">[link]</a><br /><br />15. Your first job<br /><a href="http://shatteredpapillon.deviantart.com/art/Gigantic-73994001">[link]</a><br /><br />16. Favourite Movie<br /><a href="http://kathumane.deviantart.com/art/Dangerous-Liaisons-VII-51131743">[link]</a><br /><br />17. What are you doing right now?<br /><a href="http://mongibello.deviantart.com/art/nothing-68377434">[link]</a><br /><br />18. Whats The Weather Like?<br /><a href="http://siriusjoe.deviantart.com/art/Rainy-day-33247156">[link]</a><br /><br />19. Favourite Sport<br /><a href="http://apjon.deviantart.com/art/Jump-61675771">[link]</a><br /><br />20. Favourite Music/Style/Band<br /><a href="http://miguelanxo.deviantart.com/art/coldplay-76271748">[link]</a><br /><br />This was actually pretty fun, got to see a lot of great work I never would have seen otherwise. ]]></description>
                <author>~ISOLDE-KIERAN</author>
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                <title>Tagged</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 19:35:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been tagged by  <a href="http://manaia-hakui.deviantart.com/.">[link]</a>  I didn't think it would happen to me, but I guess anything is possible.  I feel like one of the popular girls!<br />
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1. Post these rules<br />
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves<br />
3. Tags should write a journal / blog of these facts<br />
4. At the end of the post 8 more persons are tagged and named<br />
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged<br />
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Random facts:<br />
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1. I work in a veterinary clinic.  It is the most emotionally, physically, and psychologically challenging job I have ever had.  I both love it and hate it all at the same time.  I come home everyday covered in bruises and scratches, exhausted but completely fufilled, like I actually did something to make this world a little better.<br />
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2. I live in B.C. with my boyfriend.  I met him on the internet 8 years ago and he wasn't a 50 year old pedophile, a 40 year old serial killer, or a 12 year old techno nerd. (ya I know!!)  I moved to Canada from the States to be with him (and to get free health care)  and have lived with him for 6 years now.<br />
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3.  I am a "grass is always greener" type of person.  At least when it comes to where I live.  I would ALWAYS rather live somewhere else.  Once I get to that place I realize that I want to live somewhere else.  I'm not sure why this is.  My mother always said that I was left at the doorstep by gypsies.  Although she says she is kidding, I think there might actually be some truth to it.  After about a year somewhere I'm ready to try somewhere else.<br />
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4.  I know nothing about photography.  My original form of artisitic impression is pencil or charcoal.  I started taking photographs of myself to use as reference material for my drawings.  Turns out it was a lot of fun so I continued doing it.  It was my boyfriends suggestion that I post my photos on the internet, he had a different website in mind though <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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5.  I am qutie frustrated that I am only at Random Fact #5.  Really there must be more random facts about me...<br />
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6.  I love...LOVE horses.  I know its kinda cliche, what girl doesn't love horses.  I started riding english style when I was 5 years old.  I started competing in hunter jumpers at age 11.  I competed until I was 17 and moved to Canada for the boyfriend.  I was good!  I was GO Hunter Jumper reserve champion in 1996 in the childrens amature/adult 3'6" jumpers.  I came in 6th place overall for the 1996 zone 7 finals for the Oklahoma Hunter Jumper Association.  Horse back riders will know what that means.  Maybe not Olympic material, but I have a lot of ribbons and trophies.  I can't afford to do it right now, but some day I WILL OWN A HORSE!!<br />
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7.  I can't spell, I have looked more words than I care to admit just to finish this.<br />
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8.  My real name isn't Erin.  It's not Kieran, and I'm not telling you what it is <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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I'm not tagging anyone because I want to break the rules and live life on the edge!  That and I'm just too lazy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ISOLDE-KIERAN</author>
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