Today, I’d like to use you as a human demo horse. Please, play along with me. Let’s say you come to me for a riding lesson. It’s the first time and you’re on my horse. He’s tall and athletic and you don’t know him. And let’s say I’m a total idiot. I tell you to … Read more
There were always horses, some light and some dark. The woman met them in passing or they stayed forever; some were proud and some stayed hidden deep within. After the gelding stumbled and fell, trapping the woman’s leg, breaking her loose from her fairytale romance, the woman and the horse were set on equal footing. … Read more
I’m just the sort of old-fashioned cowgirl/dressage queen/dork that loves the concept of respect. Philosophically and in real life, I care more about respect than love in most situations. Love can be fickle and misguided, but respect is a sacred trust. Sadly, as a trainer and writer, I avoid using the word. The word “respect” has been kidnapped … Read more
There is no delete button.
Przewalski’s horses are proud. The mares are canny and the youngsters bold.
Did he want to be invisible? As still as wood, his head holds solitude in the corner. This bay gelding does not have a lightning bolt blaze on his face or tall white stockings that pull my eye. His coat the color of honey in tea, his mane and tail a shade darker. He … Read more
One gray mare to another.
It’s time for the annual reminder that horses are not dirt bikes.
Character and temperament matter most.
Go the distance.
Look up to him? We all do.
Horses would benefit
if we loved them less
and respected them more.
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The mingling of moist breath,
the warm embrace of a curve,
the uncomplicated wholenessthat we covet. And the guilt
we earn when we destroy the
beauty we can’t rise up to meet.