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Making The Right Decision

Disclaimer:  Sometimes I reiterate a point in my posts.  That is because it’s a very important point that I don’t want people to miss.  The circumstances in part of this post may not be entirely true, but the point I’m bringing out is.

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So do you want what’s behind Door Number 1, Door Number 2, or Door Number 3.  It’s just so easy on TV.

When we make a decision, we take the information we have at the time, and try to choose the best way to handle the situation.  Sometimes we’re right, and sometimes we are not.  The not times can be dangerous when it comes to our horses.

Most of the time we think “Oh it won’t happen to me,” but it can.

I was putting blankets on last night and I stood behind the horse to pull it straight.  The little voice in my head said “this isn’t a good idea”, so I moved off to the side.  I know better.  I know the dangers.  But you think, oh just this once and it will be okay.  When that little voice speaks to you – LISTEN!  I don’t care if you think it’s God, Jesus, The Holy Spirit, your Guardian Angel or whomever, or maybe it could even be your common sense.  Imagine that.  If the bells, whistles, red flags, or whatever goes off in your head, LISTEN!

With horses it’s not just a situation that can be dangerous, it can be fatal.

Every once in a while something happens that challenges by beliefs about teaching.  I don’t mind people questioning me on why I believe in what I do.  It makes me take a second look to make sure I still believe what I’m doing is the right thing.  This past week I had that happen.  I reexamined the situation and came to the conclusion that I had no doubts in what I believed.  I believe keeping the child safe, and giving them the right foundation is most important.  I’m not there to buy into what makes them happy, I’m there to keep them alive.

We all fall off.  We pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and get back on and try again.  Rarely, but occasionally, it doesn’t work out that way.

I’ve seen two people killed on the Hunt Field.  When the first one was killed we had to go to the Police Station and answer questions about the incident.  There were 50 mile an hour gusts and a tree snapped and caught her across the back.  The Police asked “What could have been done to prevent this.”  My answer was, stay at home.  There was nothing we could have done except not be out there.

The second time could have been prevented.  I had told this woman for years, when she was getting dumped, to let herself go and push away from the horse.  She always insisted on hanging on his neck and pulling herself back into the saddle.  The last time she slipped under him, and was killed.  She was an excellent rider, but made the wrong decision.

This week a beautiful Professional Barrel Racer, only 28 years old with a small child, was killed.  I don’t know all the specifics, I wasn’t there, so I won’t make any comments as though I was.  My prayers and love go out to her family and many friends who are mourning her loss.  I will make comments on the information that is circulating in hopes of it being a wake-up call to others.

Supposedly as she came around the third barrel her horse tripped and her reins went flying over the horse’s head.  As she was running for the finish line she was reaching forward to either grab the bit or his bridle.  Now I did that once when I was on a horse that was out of control and running for a road.  I put my fingers in the rings of his Pelham bit to turn his head in hopes of stopping him.  (The reins were doing nothing to turn this drafts head.)  The problem is that when you are reaching forward it is throwing you off balance and encouraging the horse to run faster.  Since sitting back and pulling wasn’t working, I did the next thing I could think of, the turn.  Jockeys get off their horses back every day to get more speed.  It takes your weight off their backs and they move freely and faster.

I remember fifty years ago when we hosted the Eastern Barrel Racers Association at the barn where I worked, the riders didn’t want the in gate closed (that’s how they were exiting).  They wanted to run their horses right out of the ring before stopping them.  If the gate was closed the horse would set up to stop before breaking the beam on the timer.  I thought at the time it was dangerous, but the horse was going to stop when they hit the eight foot high chain link fence that was 100 feet in front of them.

From what I was told, the gate was open at this event and the horse kept running until it hit the asphalt.  Whether he stopped or slipped I don’t know but from what I heard, she hit face first into the pavement.  They rushed her to the hospital, operated, they thought she was going to make it, but didn’t.  I don’t know why.

I don’t want her death or any other riders death to be in vain.  If it makes one person stop and think before making the wrong choice, and saves that person’s life, the person who gave their life will be an angel on a mission.

I know the gate person will question themselves for the rest of their life if they should have shut the gate.  Yes the horse would have either stopped and thrown her over the gate, or turned and dumped her into the fence.  It might have injured her severely or even killed her, but it could have saved her life.  But like everything else, you make a decision and live with the consequences, good or bad.  You’ll just never know and there’s no point in beating yourself up about it either.  You took the information and made a decision.

We only have a blink of an eye sometimes to make the right decision, make everyone count.  Sometimes there are no do overs.

You’ve Got To Kiss A Lot Of Frogs

First let me say Thank You to all of you that encourage me to continue to do this.  I have fun, try to hit on topics that will help you, and get you to smile.

I’ve touched on this topic before, but want to come at it from a different angle this time.

As you think back to your childhood I’m sure you remember the Fairy Tale where the princess kisses the frog and he turns into this handsome prince.  Well in life, not only with trying to find that handsome prince, but also in trying to find that perfect horse, you have to kiss a lot of frogs.  Don’t settle on the first frog you kiss, he just might stay a frog.

Okay men, I’m not just picking on you.  You all know, very well, that frogs come in pretty packages too.

So today, instead of trying to help you in finding the right prince/princess or horse, I’ve got a different mission for you all – speaking up and don’t allow someone else to get warts.  If you see a train wreck about to happen, and you know facts from experience, speak up and save someone from a lot of heartache, or actual pain.

What do I mean by that?  Well I’m glad you asked.  You’re all so sharp it’s hard to keep up with you people.

One of the girls told me about a woman she was speaking with, who wanted to get a young Arabian from a rescue for her young daughters.  Bells, whistles, fireworks went off in this college students head.  Years ago she had gotten a very young Arab from a rescue.  She had worked with this foal and knew him well.  She wasn’t in the market, but when the rescue became over crowded, they called her and asked her if she would take him.  She said yes, and five years later he still pushes her buttons sometime.  She is a very good rider, he is a typical Arabian.  High spirited and full of himself.  She rides him well and they do very good together, but he doesn’t belong in the hands of the inexperienced.  Not then, not now.  She wasn’t going to say anything to discourage this woman from rescuing this poor creature, but common sense won out, and she told her it was not a good idea.  She explained why a green horse and green rider don’t mix.  (I say green on green makes black and blue.)  Then she explained about the spirit side of the Arabian horse, and the lack of experience and knowledge of her children.

When speaking to people, like in this situation, you really must speak intelligently, with concern for the others safety.  Don’t come off like you know everything there is about horses, trust me, no matter how long you live or deal with horses, you will never know everything, but show concern and give facts.

As the old Diana Ross and the Supremes song goes:  Stop! In The Name Of Love, (before you break some bones)  Think It O-Over.  That’s my twist on that old song.  It could be a hit, yeah, really.

It’s All About Having Fun

With all the responsibilities and things on our “To Do List”, we must remember that it’s all about having fun.  Everything, even work.

As horse owners we have all our barn stuff, horse stuff, house stuff, kid stuff, laundry stuff, shopping stuff, and I could go on, but I won’t.

Why is it that we don’t pencil in “Fun Stuff”?  We have a habit of not remembering to do Fun Stuff as we mature.  (Notice I didn’t say as we get older.)

Today when I was giving a lesson to an eight year old, who has now ridden five time, she was asking me questions about falling off.  Why do you fall off, how do you fall off, and do you have to fall off?  I told her that you become a better rider after you’ve fallen a few times.  (Like 100)  I could see the concern in her eyes.  So I started goofing on her, and made her laugh.  I told her to get down and then I climbed on the rails of the fence and was going to get on the horse she was riding.  The horse decided I was at the right height to rub his head on me as I was suspended hanging onto the upper rail trying to mount.  Now we’re not talking just a regular fence, we’re talking round pen about six foot high.  The girl started laughing, her mom started laughing, the horse was thinking this was the funniest thing he had ever done.  Everyone was having a good laugh except me.  I was plastered against the wall of the round pen, doing something stupid.  I just figured I could climb up two boards and get on this 17 hand horse so I wouldn’t have to change her stirrups.  So much for that idea.  Got down dropped the stirrup and got on.  Then I showed her an emergency dismount.  That wouldn’t hurt a bit.  So then it was her turn to try it.  Well she had so much fun jumping down and landing on her butt that she just wanted to keep doing it until she could land on her feet.  But I had to keep giving her a leg-up.  Okay, I’m 68 years old trying to give a short kid a leg-up, who really doesn’t push off, up onto a 17 hand horse.  She was having a great time, I was exhausted.

But the bottom line is that she was relaxed, having a great time, was no longer concerned about hitting the ground, and that made me have a great time teaching her.  We strive so hard to teach them how to ride and be safe, we have to remember to teach them how to have fun.

Having fun, no matter what we are doing, makes it easier to do, and makes the time just fly by.  It doesn’t matter what it is.  Even the bad things, like falling off, don’t seem to be as scary when you’re laughing.

Bottoms Up!

 

If you Fail To Succeed,Try, Try, Again

I was just reading about a woman who picked up a flyer that read “Keys to Forming a New Habit,” and it got me thinking about the similarities with horses.

Her flyer read –

  •  Set up attainable goals
  •  Measure small steps of progress
  •  Avoid negative self-talk
  •  Reward yourself for success.

These flyers were placed at a gym in January.  At the beginning of each year we all think about getting healthy and fit; at least for the first couple of weeks.

Now we all know how hard it is to stick to our New Years Resolutions, we try it every year.  To form a new habit we have to do it for 21 days.  Good or bad, it’s up to you.  We usually fail and give up until next New Years Day.

Let’s take this train of thought and apply it to our horses and riding.  I know I’ve quickly touched on this idea in several posts, but now lets elaborate a little more.

  • Set up attainable goals. – Not only for yourself, but also for your horse.  Just take one step at a time when trying to learn or accomplish something new or different.
  • Measure small steps of progress. – Acknowledge that you have succeeded in what you are trying to do (no matter how small the accomplishment) not only to yourself, but also reward your horse.  We always tell them when they have done wrong, but praise them when they do right.  They are more willing to do the right thing again if they know it was good.
  • Avoid negative self-talk – Both to yourself and your horse.  If you keep a positive energy, your horse will feel it, and respond.
  • Reward yourself for your success –  And don’t forget to reward your horse.

I’m not saying throw a big party.  Just positive thinking about both of your accomplishments can reinforce the idea in your head, and your horses.

When I was a kid we were always told “quit on your best fence” in our jumping class.  Always end on a positive note or feeling (they taught that in golf lessons too).  This is what your mind and body will remember.  If you are doing something with your horse and he’s not being successful at it (and neither are you) don’t end there.  Go back and do something you will both feel good about, and end with that.  Then next time, after warming up, go back and try the difficult task again.  You both will be refreshed, mind cleared, and ready to give it another try.  Remember, energy and attitude is our biggest step to success or failure.

Don’t forget – “A winner is a loser who gave it one more try.”  You can, and will be a winner if you take all this to heart, and apply it.

Happy Valentines Day!

I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter

Couldn’t think of a good title for an Artificial Aids Post so I thought this was cute.  It got your attention didn’t it?

Okay let’s start with the obvious.  What is an Artificial Aid.  Well if our hands, feet, legs, and weight are real aids, than anything we use that is materialistic is artificial.  For example crops, spurs, draw reins, martingales (tie downs), brain chains (don’t get me started on that), and variations there of.

Everything can be used for good or evil.  A Ha!!! bet you never looked at it that way.  A simple snaffle bit, in the wrong hands, can be severe. (I’ve said that before}

Why do we use Artificial Aids.  Well they are supposed to enhance or reinforce our natural aids.  Natural aids are supposed to be used first at all times.  If the horse is not responding then you add an artificial aid to correct or encourage them.

Now Artificial Aids, in and of themselves, are not evil; its how you use them, and if you grow dependent on them, that’s where the trouble comes in.

Carrying a crop is not wrong.  It is there to reinforce your request if need be.  By a gentle tap, not an all out beating.  Most of the time it is a magic wand,  you just need to carry it and all of a sudden they remember what your heels mean.  Once again, it is not there to beat your horse into submission.  As with any aid, overuse can cause dead sides or a horse that just ignores you.  It’s really kind of like dealing with a teenager.  If you keep repeating yourself they just tune you out.  If you say it once or twice and really mean it, they will learn to do it or face the consequences.  Beating a horse will get you one of two things – a sour, or a violent horse.  I’ve known horses in the past that will either plant their feet and won’t move or they blow-up and become totally dangerous.  Not only dangerous to you but to themselves and everyone around them.  Sometimes you have to go in through the back door and make them believe it was their idea in the first place.  Same with kids.

If you are using artificial training aids for more than a couple of weeks (other than carrying a crop), you have to find out why the horse isn’t learning what’s right or what you are doing wrong.  I’ve seen all kinds of contraptions to get the horse into a frame.  And the worse part of it is that people continue to use them forever.  If you are not educated enough to train the horse properly, get help from someone who really knows what they are doing.  I know someone who has been putting this torture thing over her horse’s head for twenty years so the horse will drop her head and use her back.  Really???  People never look into their horses conformation, or possible back problems.  If there is no physical reason why the horse can’t perform this way, then it’s the riders lack of education, not the horses.  This horse just goes along with the idea of, that’s just the way life is when this person rides me.  Some will just blow-up and go over backwards when they’ve had enough.  I’ve ridden this horse.  Just get her balanced, get her hind end engaged, and she’s good to go.

Do I use martingales (tie downs)?  Yes.  Not to tie their heads in a position, just to assist.  Depending on the situation, I will used either a running or standing martingale.  I will use the running with Zoey, just to help keep the bit where it belongs.  She likes to put flip her head up to avoid the bit.  She grabs the bit, just puts the pedal to the metal and runs her heart out.  Not always a good idea.  When I’m too lazy to put one on she knows it and pushes my buttons.  Desert was short necked and short coupled.  When he was learning to jump he would toss his head back and break my nose.  That ended when he learned more about jumping.  I don’t like to work on a horses mouth, so we get along much better with a martingale on.  You know, power of suggestion.

I pretty much use breast collars on all the horses.  Hate saddles that slip and shift.  Not good for the horses back.  Most people put them on but never really learn how to adjust them where they are doing any good.  Same thing with standing martingales (tie downs).  They are either too tight or to lose.  If you are going to use something, learn the right way to adjust it.

Spurs.  Do I use them.  No.  Have I used them in the past?  Yes.  I’ve trained and sometimes reinforced my leg aids to where I don’t need them.  My horses know what my heels mean, and they certainly know when I want a gallop from any gait.  And for that, I don’t need my heals.  A simple word of go, along with, shifting my weight and the release of the reins is all they need.  My horses have plenty of go, and actually have plenty of whoa too (sometimes too much whoa which leaves you kissing their ears.)  If you get a horse that has been trained or abused by someone elses heels and legs, you might need to use them to reach your horses response system.

Draw reins, like everything else in the wrong hands, can create more problems than success.  Have I used them?  Yes.  Do I use them now?  No.  Don’t need them.  Just sometimes you need them to help babies learn to balance themselves better.  It’s just kinder than having hard hands.  People don’t always realize they have hard or heavy hands.

The bottom line is –  If you and your horse are trained properly, you don’t need any of this stuff.  Some horses, however will push your buttons.  Some may need an occasional refresher course.  Or sometimes you need that extra edge, just a short reminder of how things are supposed to be, and how simple everything is if they just do it right to begin with.  But never depend on anything permanently.  If you do, get help.

So I’ve buttered the bread with real butter.  Just chew on these things.  They are for your consideration.

 

It’s Only Make Believe

Oh yes, another oldie but goodie song from my youth.  Which today seems like forever ago.  Hate getting old.  Never believed it would happen to me, of all people.

When I was writing the Post about checking under the blankets, it hit me; they are “Artificial Aids” also.  Funny never thought of them like that before.

We talk about Aids and Artificial Aids that we use in riding, and training, but a blanket?  Well in the wild God doesn’t supply “blankets” so to speak.  Horses grow long thick coats to keep them warm.  If they do get cold, they run around a little to heat themselves up.  Smart, right?  So once again us humans step in and try to make it better.  So we shave their natural protection off of them, put them in a warm?? barn, and blanket them.  So here they stand naked as a jay bird (have no idea where that saying came from) forced to stand still, and possibly have to shiver to keep warm.  I know, I know, they have to look pretty and be easy for us to take care of.  It’s all about us again.  So now the blankets are on and we believe they will be fine until spring.

But a blanket does not act or react like their natural coat.  It makes the hair lay flat.  We’ve always been told to layer when we go out.  It helps to hold the heat in.  Well that’s what their hair does naturally.  Their hair is made to lay flat or fluff according to their needs.  If it’s hot, it lays flat.  If it’s cold it fluffs up and traps the heat of their body under the long hairs to keep them warm.  But if they have a blanket on and get warm, they can’t take it off, they have to wait for us to come and help them remove it.  Although I’ve had some horses which do that just fine in one way or another.  Be mindful of the temps and remove that thing before they over heat.  Most destruction of a blanket is caused by them not wanting it on.  They either have an itch under there that they can’t get at, or it’s too hot and they want it off.  This is not Rocket Science 101.

A blanket also gets to rubbing on certain areas of the body.  Especially areas like the point of shoulder, where the skin is close to the bone with no natural padding.  So being we impose this unnatural article of clothing onto their bodies, we are ultimately responsible for taking the time to make sure that everything we’ve caused is rectified.

This wasn’t supposed to be just about blankets, but it sure has led in that direction.

I do put sheets and blankets on my horses.  The coat they get in the winter here in Florida, is not the coat they used to get up north.  They grow coats according to the day light hours, not the temperature.  It’s also the drastic change in temperature that we react to.  It will be 85 and then boom, 40 degrees, and surprise, back to 75, down to 28.  My horses have an extensive wardrobe, but we depend a lot on the weatherman to give us a heads up.  It’s the only job in the world that you can be wrong every single day, still get paid and not get fired if you are wrong.  (Sounds like big government in Washington)  Every channel you listen too has a different idea of what the weather is going to be.  My neighbor and I, last year, decided to keep a record of what they said it would be, what we thought it would be, and what really happened.  We won most of the time.

So I walk out the door, look to the sky and make a decision.  I can’t go by, if I’m cold they’re cold, because I’m always cold.

Well I have to end here because I’m going to go and apply for a job as weathergirl.  I can certainly get paid for being wrong, just as well as they can.  My guess is as good as theirs.

I will continue the Artificial Aids thing another time.  Keep an eye to the sky, if you get wet, it’s going to rain.  How am I doing so far?

Let’s Get Together, Yeah, Yeah,Yeah

This was written a month ago and everything is going smooth now.

Okay so here’s another song from my childhood.  It was in the original “Parent Trap” movie with Haley Mills.  I guess it was back in the 50’s, you know, the “Good Old Days.”  My cousin and I used to sing that song.  But there is a different story behind it when you are trying to introduce a new member to the herd.  Especially one who is very opinionated.

I stress more than the horses do when I try to introduce a new horse.  This isn’t the energy you want when you are making introductions.

We all know there is a pecking order in the herd.  Usually I worry about where this new horse is going to fit into that order.  I also am concerned for the safety of all involved.  I certainly don’t want anyone hurt, they do that well enough all by themselves, for no good reason.  There are hoofs flying, and teeth showing.  It’s not always the biggest that wins.  Usually everyone loses.  I thought this one would be a little easier since I was introducing a gelding into a herd of three mares (snobs).

My preference is making introductions in the morning.  This way they have all day to figure things out, and I can watch them.  The discussion between them usually takes hours of give and take, hooves, and teeth.

Last nights party began an hour before dark.  So at 9:00 last night I was still sitting in the pasture, on a mounting block, to make sure all was going to be quiet for the night.  Everyone was well exercised and tired, so a truce was called for the evening.  It’s like when we were kids.  You called a time-out only to return to the game the next day.

Well the sun is up.  I did not hear the thundering of hooves over night (with my bed bouncing across the floor), no one jumped the fence (and was looking in my window this morning), all seemed quiet.  I have two mares and a gelding standing under the trees by the house and only my Zoey is standing on the opposite end of the pasture, under a tree by herself.  She is not going to give in that easy.  She’s my hold out.  She’s like me.  She hates change.  Those were her two girlfriends, and now the boy has taken their attention and broken up “That Old Gang Of Mine.”  Only those of you who are long in the tooth will remember that song.

You all know that the expression “Long In The Tooth” with its meaning of a horse having some age on him.  When people used to look to buy a horse, they would first look at their teeth to determine the horses age.  I remember when I used to go to the horse sales as a kid, everything was a 9 year old.  Until you looked in their mouth and realized that this particular horse hadn’t seen 9 in years.  Anyway, when people would describe an older person they would use the old horsey term “Long In the Tooth” instead of saying he/she is older than dirt.  Now back to our regularly schedule program.

I hope that Zoey will give in and rejoin the herd today.  My guess is that as soon as she does the gelding’s old girlfriend will arrive and I’ll have to pull him out of this herd and move him to another pasture with her, and then I’ll have to listen to the racket of screaming separation anxiety all over again.

Some people don’t care.  Just throw them together and let them get over it.  That’s not who I am.  The last time this horse came in (he’s back), I put him in a different pasture and he kept jumping out, taking top boards with him.  And when he couldn’t see the horse next door, he paced the fence line all day and half the night.  You can have trench warfare in this one.  My husband just bought new boards, and the trench is just starting to fill in.  The horse next door (his old flame), has gone across the Rainbow Bridge, which he doesn’t know yet and probably won’t believe.

So here I sit back at square one again.  Neither the horses nor I need to be stressed, but it’s part of the game we call owning a Boarding Barn.  Boarders come and go, the names and breeds may change, but the confusion goes on forever.

First Aid kit in hand, hammer, nails and boards loaded, buckets of grain ready.  Let the games begin.

In Case You Didn’t Notice – Winter Has Arrived

Yes, a lot of us got away with warmer temperatures for a good long time, but I hate to break the news to you all, Winter is here.

My horses, here in Florida, are starting to shed.  Not a good plan.  The trees and bushes are budding, and my Easter Lilies are up and getting ready to bloom.  Boy are they in for a shock.

I always bring to your attention that you must oil your clips, check your blankets, prepare your water pipes, but do you think I remembered to do all of that?  Ugh!!!

We weren’t expecting a freeze as of the morning weather forecast, but boy did they surprise us last night with a “Possible Freeze Warning.”  Now when you are up north, it’s just par for the course.  You expect it and prepare (I hope).  Down here when you’ve been having beautiful weather (above normal temperatures) you just think it’s going to continue.  Then surprise!!!  You’ve got an hour to remember all the things you’ve forgotten to do.  Plants come in the house or garage.  Water faucets get turned on to keep them from freezing.  (We don’t insulate them down here, we don’t have to.  Yeah right.)  But what I forgot to do was oil my clips.  Most of them were free and working when I washed the blankets this summer, but you always get one in the crowd.  So as I’m putting the leg strap on, with my nose dripping and my gloves on, trying to hurry to get in before frost bite sets in, (only kidding, but when you are used to 85 degrees 45 seems cold) the one stupid clip on the leg strap was not going to move, no matter how ugly I got.  So I grabbed a double ended clip and got the job done for the night.  Love those things.  They fall into the category of Duct Tape, Masking Tape, and Bale Cord.  No barn should be without them. Old timers used to say “chewing gum and bail wire.”

It’s really odd down here.  It feels like 40 degrees when it’s 60, and when it’s below 40 it feels like 20.  It has something to do with the dampness.  It just goes right through to your bones.  I wear as much clothes down here when it’s 40 as I did when it was 20 up north.  I think your blood thins too.  Not quite sure.

So this morning, armed with WD 40 I attacked the clip.  It was just stopped up with sand in it.  No big deal, took hardly anytime, but that is also because it was pushing 60 degrees at that point.  Life is always better when the sun is out and there is no North wind.

We didn’t get the expected freeze last night, but tonight is going to be another story.  But unlike last night, tonight I will be expecting it and prepared.

Why is it that no matter how prepared we think we are, we’re really not?

Just a quick reminder.  Now that the blankets are on, don’t forget to remove them and check what’s underneath.  Make sure your horse isn’t being rubbed raw, and that he isn’t losing weight.  Besides it always feels so good when you removed something tight and get to rub or scratch the area.  Don’t forget they feel the same way too.  Even if it’s cold, take that blanket off and give them a good curry every once in a while.  Air the blanket out and look for any problems.  Don’t wait until spring when you may find something you could have prevented.

Spring is coming.  The days are getting longer.  Just hold on.  I know, it’s easy for me to say.  But seriously, it has to come at some point.  Right?  Okay, so go back into hibernation, but don’t forget the four-legged critters.  They’re depending on you.

Just Leave It At The Gate

Leave it all behind.  I know that comes from a song, but I can’t remember which one.  Once again, I hate being stupid (I’m not old).

I was having a discussion with one of my friends (student) the other day.  The first time she called we scheduled a lesson,  the second time she called me, I could hear the stress in her voice, she was calling to cancel our lesson, she was too stressed to ride.  Bells, whistles, and sirens went off in my head.  This woman really needed to be here.  Not to ride, just to be here.

I love my property and horses.  They are healers.  As it says on the first page of my web site. ” When you come down the hill, leave all your cares behind you.”  She was thanking me for insisting that she come that day.  Now whether she rides or not, she comes to have some horsey healing time.  I told her that it wasn’t a come-on to get her to take lessons, I felt her pain and knew we could help.  If she wanted a lesson, that’s fine.  If she just wanted to brush a horse, that is also fine.  I guess this is a new ministry road that God has me on.

Well I got my new copy of Riding Instructors magazine today, and guess what?  Others agree with me.  Instructors I don’t even know feel the same way.  The article was about leaving all your cares on the other side of the gate.  I have advocated that for years with adults that come to ride after work.  You can’t drag the baggage from the day down that hill and place it on a horse.  It’s actually dangerous.

This article was written by Kim Carter.  It’s about what she wants to inscribe on her farm gates.   “Let everything go as you enter.  Relax your pace.  Forget the frenzy of scheduling that you live in every day.  Let yourself be.  Don’t think everything has to be perfect.  Give yourself permission to get dirty.”  I’d like to add – just stay in the moment and enjoy this time.  We are so intent on doing things, both for us and others, that we aren’t kind to ourselves.  We are not at peace.

There is a Christian book named “Being a Mary in a Martha world.”  If you are familiar with Mary and Martha from the Bible you know what I am talking about.  Martha was literally a “Martha Stewart” person.  That would be me.  Always preparing and taking care of business.  Where as Mary sat at Jesus feet and listened.  Sometimes we just have to sit quietly and listen instead of doing.  The doing will always be there, it just doesn’t go away.  I’ve been waiting for good fairies to come and help with house chores since the grandchildren were little.  One did show up Christmas Eve and help with the dishes, and I just got to sit and be.  It was the best Christmas present ever.

I know I’ve said this before.  When you go to the barn to be with your horse, do just that – be with your horse.  Leave all your cares and projects, you know, that “To Do List”, behind.  Be nice to yourself, be at peace.

Okay here’s a song “Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.”  After all, this is the time of year for “Peace on Earth.”  According to the news lately, there isn’t a lot of that out there.  So it’s up to you to start it where you are.  Maybe it will spread.  You just never know, but your horse sure will.

New Years Eve Reflection

I was just sending my granddaughter an email and thought this might make a good post for New Years.

When it comes to the end of the year we reflect on the past and make resolutions for the future.  As we come closer to “old age”, I think we reflect back more than look to the possibilities of the future.  There really isn’t that much future left.  I was speaking to a woman the other day who has been carrying emotional baggage since she was four years old, she’s now in her early 60’s.  I told her that she really must be aware that there isn’t that much time left, so she needed to be kinder to herself from now on.  After burying her parents a few years back, the thought that her generation was next to go, hit her.

But I’m not looking for this to be a morbid post, more like a time to sit and think about the people and animals who have made a positive influence on our lives, and what they have taught us.  If the humans are still with us, don’t hesitate to say Thank You, and mention what they have meant to you.  I did that this past summer when I spent time with our youngest son.  I told him some moments that we had spent together that made lasting happy memories that I will keep forever.  He wasn’t aware that they were special to me, but he does now.  When I say simple, I mean just that.  One evening, when Bob fell asleep before dinner, I took my son to an old diner that I had gone to with my parents, when I was his age.  I guess he was around 10 at the time.  We walked into that diner and back in time.  Nothing had changed.  The booths were the same pink vinyl they were 30 years earlier.  The same counters, and juke boxes were present.  The only thing he remembered about that night was that I wouldn’t let him have a chocolate shake (because they always made him sick), but finally let him have it anyway (and he got sick).  I stepped back into my childhood, and in my mind, my parents were there with me.  This became a most precious memory because about 10 years after that it burned down.  It was the OB Diner in Point Pleasant, New Jersey (it stood for Ocean Bay.)  His fondest memory of me, when he was a child, was that I taught him how to fold fitted sheets.  Hello!  Is this a claim to fame or what?  Somehow I was hoping for something more breathtaking.  Actually, he explained that no one had ever taken the time to teach him something that he still uses today. (His wife has thanked me.)  I find that hard to believe since he is operating the same heavy equipment that his father had.  But he’s mentioned the sheet thing several times, so I guess it did have some kind of an impact on him.

But my email to my granddaughter was about the horses that I have loved (that she knew) and what they have left me with.  I will list the lessons I have learned from them, but what I want you to do is to think back and actually acknowledge the wonderful gifts that your horses have given you over the years.  Also with each new horse that you will have in your life, I want you to beware of what they are trying to teach you.  It’s a gift, accept it as such.  Actually it’s more of a blessing.

Lady – I will always take care of you.  Chance – Each horse will help make you a better rider.  Mac (mine) – Trust me, I will give you confidence.  Scarlet – Don’t be repetitious.  Diamond – Set your sights high and go for it.  Shadow – Celebrate life everyday.  Rosie – You don’t have to like everyone.  Chester – Who says I have a disability?  Toy – If you love to do something, do it with all your heart.  Lad – Don’t mess with perfection.  Jiggers – Pay attention at all times.  Wilson – Give me a purpose and I’ll rise to the occasion.  Lily – Don’t count me out until the fat lady sings.  Mac –  Always say Thank You when someone helps you.  Kissie – Just do it. Maggie – Be devoted to the one who matters most.  Desert – Laugh everyday.  Magic – Pay attention and keep things under control.  Savannah – Be a good friend, love your job, and know where you are the happiest.  Indy – Be grateful for a second chance and people who love you.  Zoey – Quiet times together are the best.  Dawn – Snuggle, it feels good.  Friday – No matter how grouchy you feel, smile and say Thank You.  Mikey – Love children, they love you back, and usually have something sweet to eat.  Joey – Don’t ever believe that you don’t matter to someone.

With all the horses I have known, I could go on, and on, and on, but I won’t.

It’s your turn to reflect on what they have taught you.

May you have a Happy, Healthy, New Year, filled with all the good things that horses can bring into your life.