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When I think I have no words
Father. I come to you with a heavy heart today. A horse I know is sick. The worse thing that can happen is happening and Lord I am out of words.
My heart aches for both of them. I know the mares' sweet and kind eye. I know her nickers and I just take care of her….. I know the kindness in her riders heart, in her hands and in her heart. I have no words.
I work with them everyday day. Roll my eyes at their antics. Laugh at their...
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Fear became my middle and first name - Part III
It took 5 months before I cantered again. In those 5.months many small, tiny things happened to me:
We figured out posting trot, sitting trot, leg yield, shoulder-in, 3 loop serpentines, haunches in, haunches out, 10M circles, extended trot. I don't know how or when it happened but it did. Every day we slowly became like a team? Perhaps even friends? His work ethic is impeccable. But he expects you to match it and be there for him. He...
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Fear became my middle and first name - Part II
The first couple of rides with Remy, I would make my trainer warm up my horse...that worked for about a month and then it was my turn. Remy is like driving a well oiled machine. Power, beauty and intelligence. Me? Well I reckon I'm the opposite. On a good day I stand 5', short torso and I simply struggle with my riding confidence.
In the early days, when we arrived at the trot portion of the lessons, another trainer at the barn...
moreFear became my middle and first name - Part I
Once upon a time I purchased a horse. He is gray. They are always dirty. Or maybe the same level of dirty but more obvious than a bay? I have no idea...to be honest. There's just a lot of dirt. I must say he is gorgeous though, mane and tail for days. He sized me up pretty quickly, the side eye and the up and down. I looked at him both in awe and with some fear. He is power, perfection and I am...well lacking in those departments. Before...
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