Calming Signals from the Saddle.
Say you're learning to read calming signals, so naturally, you're scrutinizing your horse. Staring like a coyote. Very quietly...
Photo & Poem: Soft
Hands go soft, give him his head. The red gelding wants to be braver than he is, shaking his neck...
How to be Interesting and Mysterious
Humans can be such dullish boors to horses. Not that we would ever actually admit that. Some of us...
Consistency in All the Right Places.
In the winter months, below-freezing mornings make for stiff joints and a cold bit; midday riding is the best. As...
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...
Riding: Feeling Every Stride, From Our Inside
This is the recurring nightmare. You're on a twisted version of Dancing with the Stars. There are glaring lights and...
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...
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 #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...
Horses: Technique and Art
"Shut Up and Dance" It was written on one of those little tin lapel pins and my friend wore it...
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