This is an email for Marcie who rode in the clinic at His Royal Farm in MI last week.

Dearest Nancy,

This email is about your evolution in to a verb. It is official you have left the land of us normal folks and entered a league filled with the elite such as Google, among others. I have been Nancy-ed enough times to equate the experience to other things in life, one of them being involved in an Indian sweat lodge. You would go in not expecting anything other than some time with the steam and your thoughts (which for me is scary enough) and you come out with this whole spiritual awakening and new sense of empowerment. To be Nancy-ed it much the same, you walk in to the arena you are expecting this nice little lesson with your nice horse with this nice lady, and you come out feeling like you have been roofied and put through a rock tumbler and you are damn excited about it. On your way out of the arena, heart rate is elevated you are still sweating like crazy and your horse looks at you as if to say “damn, you figured it out!” I was so excited to know that although not talented or athletic on the extremely crooked and screwed up two legs god gave me, with 4 legs you can do anything. Being Nancy-ed is worth it I will be the first one in the ticket line for the next time.

 Marcie