Leading from Behind, Part Two and Beyond
Leading from behind is an oxymoron like jumbo shrimp, but most things about working with horses are counter-intuitive for humans...
Leading from Behind, Part One.
Here's Norman, the new kid at the barn. He's a young Percheron-TB cross with pretty wonderful gaits and a sweet...
Riding: If We Can’t Feel It, We Can’t Fix It.
After the last blog, a friend/trainer thought legs should have been mentioned. Or as she put it, "'The...
Photo & Poem: Roots
There was a single elm on the short path from the house to barn, its trunk no larger than...
Travel Blog: Shall I Be Mother?
Say hello to Bruce. He is the spokesmodel for The 2018 Long Ears Tour, an unexpected title bestowed on my...
Self-Awareness Without Apology
We aren't kids anymore. That's the complaint. Riding seems easier in memory. When we were younger, riding was rose-colored and...
Travel Blog: Addressing the Vegetarian Haggis
Distant Balmoral Edinburgh, Scotland. The first moments in a new country are never the best....
See It Through His Eyes
It's a perfect day. No wind, not hot. The kind of day that you spend most of the months of...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Twisted
Midnight in Alaska The wheels of my bag click over the tile floor, scanning signs...
Bringing Horses Home
We don't ask much from horses. It starts simply. On the day that we are thrilled to get the horse...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Liquid
I saw him first, diagonal light giving a soft profile against a black-blue shadow, then he turned and time...
Heart Horses
"He's my Heart Horse," she says by way of introduction. A hush falls over the room. Or maybe that's just...
The Art of De-Escalating
It's an ordinary day. Quiet, no wind. You could be on the trail or in the arena. You might be...
Building the Bubble #5. Just Honor Them
Some of us value horses for their physical working ability on ranches, we "use 'em hard." Decent care, no...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Lines
Such an arc to his stride, soft rhythm as his hooves cut the arena sand. Sit tall, rider, with...
Building the Bubble #4. Just Train Less
It's an obstacle course, by golly. And there's a pedestal, by golly. We both see it, but one of us...
Building the Bubble #3. Just Move
Morning. Once she's turned out, she bolts to a soft spot and rolls, and then this. No, her tail isn't...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Smile
A proud gray horse with a soft eye. Dwarfed by his manner, I almost don’t feel the barb of his...
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