"All equestrians, if they last long enough, learn that riding in whatever form is a lifelong sport and art, an endeavor that is both familiar and new every time you take the horse out of his stall or pasture."
The quote I chose to start this post with today sums up how I feel about working with my green horse, Leah. It feels new. It's like learning to ride a bike all over again, or balancing on wobbly legs and learning to take those first few steps, and also it's also like learning a foreign language.
When my instructor talks, I think I know what she's saying.
She says: Bittle, boitle, chitten, chatten, walk. Boitle, chitten, bittle, chatten, left.
And, I'm like, Oh, I get it now! Botten, totten, roiter, doodle, bittle, chitten, boitle, chatten.
Poor Leah, is wondering, Is she telling me to Bittle, boitle, walk, and boitle, chatten, left? I just can't tell what she's saying, but I'm trying to figure it out.
We're both working hard to learn a new language together, so that we can truly communicate with one another, and she did awesome yesterday with her willingness to try and her forgiveness of my mistakes. Her attitude was beautiful from the moment I haltered her in the pasture. I don't know how to describe it except to say that it seemed her mind and spirit were open to me, and that did not go unappreciated. In fact, I was deeply appreciative. Maybe the more so because of her having been closed to me on Tuesday.
My instructor had a lot to say about what happened Tuesday and how it may have fallen apart for us, but it really says it all in the video. The mistakes I was making emerged in the work we did yesterday, the timing of releases, the amount of contact, etc.
It's important to always remember what Buck and the Dorrances pointed out over and over again, and probably every other great horseperson--It is NEVER the horse's fault.