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Release and Relief
I think we learn and go through life much like a pendulum; we swing all the way to one side and then we swing the opposite way before realizing that the middle is where balance and skill lie. When we begin learning about horses, we are at the apex of knowing nothing. The only time […]
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The More You Learn, The More You See
When Rusty arrived, his eyes were as hard as his muscles. He had rain rot from withers to tail and large old white scars on his back where someone had ridden in a saddle that didn’t fit. I chalked up his disinterest in his new surroundings to the long trailer ride from Texas. A few […]
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The Words We Use
The author with Caleb, 1994. “My horse is such a jerk,” I sputtered, the dirt flying out of my mouth as I brushed off my white shirt. I could still hear Caleb’s rapid staccato hoofbeats as he galloped away. He was thirteen years old, a flashy chestnut appendix Quarter Horse with three white socks. He’d had […]
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Firm Resolve, Gentle Approach
The little paint mare stood trembling at the end of the longest lead rope I could find that day. The July morning had dawned hot and we were both sweating in the middle of her paddock, though the cause of her agitation was probably due more to the bottle of fly spray in my hand. […]
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Where’s Your Line
I have a little puzzle for you: How would you make this line shorter? ____________________________ Erase it? Cut it in half? Scribble on it? “It’s time you realized that you have something in you more powerful and miraculous than the things that affect you and make you dance like a […]