The rhythm of hooves over even soft ground, we’ve lost time out together, rocked safe in the saddle like breeze through the oaks toward a bottom-heavy sun. Lulled by the sway of his stride, we’ve wandered too far, dirt-worn and words gone. Just as I pause, not sure of the way, his cadence builds … Read more
If we can’t feel it, we can’t fix it.
Human logic and horse logic are two very different things.
We don’t like judgment, even though our horses make that call every ride.
Riding something higher.