The horses call to me. In the depths of sadness, depression, confusion, when I have turned away from my path, they quietly nicker, they softly speak, until I turn around. When my footsteps have carried me too far, when I am lost in the wilderness of all things, they call to me. They sing the … Continue reading The Song of Equus
If we never examine or give thought to our lives or the reasons why we do things, we are at the mercy of our reactions and whims. The subject of thinking, truly giving thought, is on my mind frequently. I don't think we as a species are taught to mindfully think about all that much, … Continue reading Why Do I Ride?
Breathing in the fresh morning air, clear and crisp, a peaceful mareReady to munch on piles of hay, nothing to do but enjoy the dayEasy and slow, all feels right, feelings of safety through the nightA nicker, a whinny, her friends do call, beckoning her to come from her stallTogether they wander through the fields, … Continue reading A Happy Mare
Wednesdays are my favorite days. In the mornings I do housework and work from home things, and then in the afternoons I go out to the farm for my riding lessons. Why riding lessons? Aren't I a professional trainer? Yes I am, and one of my core values is education. (Funny coming from someone who … Continue reading The Joy of Riding Lessons
The little blue horse I encountered in the round pen was simply shut down.His eyes alternated between vacant and worried, his body always coiled tight and ready to flee at any moment, yet he stood stock-still as if thinking any wrong move would result in punishment. Perhaps in his past, that was the case. How … Continue reading Making Contact