The rhythm of hooves over even soft ground, we’ve lost time out together rocked safe in the saddle like breeze through the trees, toward a bottom-heavy sun falling hard to the west. We’ve wandered too far, dirt-worn and words gone, but still warmed in his stride. Just when I pause, not sure of the … 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.