What a wonderful spring like Tuesday to celebrate a few firsts. Today was my mom’s first ride after a full shoulder replacement and our new puppy’s first time out on trail with the horses. Today’s between the ears shot captured a carefree woman on a big paint and big black baby leading the way.
After her bionic joint was popped in, my mom patiently waited almost two months before she could get back in the saddle. Although she didn’t have the doctors express permission, I knew she needed the mental therapy that only comes from riding. I threw her saddle on our rocking horse Cisco, jumped on my bay mare Rain and ponied the little red dun Mia. We were about ten minutes away from the barn when I heard my mom sigh. It’s a sigh that realeases all worry, tension, stress and melts away all the weight of the world. I knew she need to ride. She’s even taking her own Two Ears shots.
As we wandered down the road the big puppy bounded past us with her tail wagging as fast as it could go. I use the term “puppy” loosely because Chloe is an eighty pound, three year old Black Russian Terrier that we adopted only a six weeks ago. Although she’s a big girl, Chloe scatters her toys about the house like a toddler and wakes me up every morning with boundless energy. Like any kiddo she needs a lot of activities to keep her entertained and worn out. After today’s big adventure she now lays at my feet sleeping like a babe. I was so proud of the Chloe bug today. Chloe’s First Ride and she never wandered too far, she’s learning to respect the horses space and absolutely loves to lead the way.
I’ll end my post with a little YouTube Two Ears video, Two Ears Tuesday, as we head back home with happy horses, tired dogs, and light hearts.
Happy Valentine’s Day! I chose today’s between the ears shot because of the love story behind the picture. A little over a year ago my mom came home from a buisness trip and excitedly explained that she had met my Tennessee twin. On the van from the hotel to the airport she saw the young blond thumbing through a few pictures of horses on her phone. As they chatted Katie told her about growing up with horses out side of Nashville and her upcoming trip to New Mexico with her boyfriend Derrick. Naturally Mel invited the pair to stay at our ranch for a few days and take them on a day ride.
On a stormy October day we trailered out to Galisteo Basin with Katie and Derrick. I love this area for its sandy arroyos, painted desert walls and unbroken vista views. Although Katie had been horseback all her life, much like I had, Derrick had only been riding for a year. His natural ability was evident as he became buddies with our Quarterhorse draft cross, Teddy. Derrick understood that horses are Katie’s passion and he invested his time into her passion because he loved her.
He not only learned to ride but proposed to her the night before. This was their first ride together as finances, as two people starting a life together with a mutual equine infatuation.
I still keep in touch with my cowgirl sister, her fiancé, and their budding equestrian business. There’s is the quintessential Valentine’s Day story of two souls falling in love from the back of a horse.
I’ve embarked on a new endeavor. When our yoga instructor Nicole moved to Kansas City I decided to take over her position. Following in Nicole’s footsteps, I signed up for the ten month, 200 hour course at Grassroots Yoga here in Albuquerque. For years I have been doing my best downward dog in class and adding in a YogaGlo session to my work out plan. The transition into instructor should be as easy as a vinyasa flow. Although my natural flexibility and strength has carried me through many sessions, this course proved that I have mearly been splashing in the toddler pool of yoga.
The yoga philosophy can be as intimidating as the deep end of the swimming pool with a sky scraping diving board. To even contemplate the idea of standing on that high dive and delving into the true depth of yoga, I must first learn to swim. With a head overflowing and body aching, I ended my first weekend of classes with one solid precept, everything in life must start with a foundation. In yoga that foundation is Tadasana, or Mountain Pose.
Tadasana, the act of standing… so that all other asanas can be achieved.
Tadasna, the act of standing, grounds the feet, engages the shins and thighs, stacks the pelvis, lifts the belly, broadens the collarbone, draws back the shoulder blades, lengthens the neck and aligns the head so that all other asanas can be achieved. When one element is left out the body sinks, much like swimming without kicking. No matter what plank or dancing warrior I enter into, every pose has elements of Tadasna. When I’m wobbling in a standing asana, I can refer back to Tadasana to adjust and stabilize my balance. This asnasa gives me a place to trust in order to achieve more complicated poses and the confidence to push myself through intimidating asanas, such as Half Moon.
Groundwork, the act of establishing communication between horse and rider… so all other schooling can be achieved.
As I lay in shivasana one morning, waiting for my body to absorb the practice, I started to contemplate the similarities of yoga and horse training. With any new horse I start training with groundwork, because it builds a foundation out of many different elements, much like Tadasana. Groundwork, the act of establishing communication between horse and rider, grounds the feet from rearing, engages the legs in movement, lifts the belly to elongate the back in work, and aligns the head so all other schooling can be achieved. If one element is rushed then the horse can become confused and panic like a drowning swimmer. So when my horse refuses to step into a stream, I can refer back to the elements of a well built foundation in order to adjust and stabilize the forward movement. This trust built between horse and rider will give them both the confidence to push through uncomfortable situations, such as crossing a water obstacle.
Whether it is diving into the pools of yoga or crossing a puddle on horseback, with a solid foundation neither will seem so deep. A foundation is formed slowly, methodically, and by mastering one element at a time. Once established it will be the cornerstone of all other challenges and the basis to return to. The more I learn about the philosophies of yoga the more it coincides with my philosophies of horse training, and both can be applied to life. Live in the now, don’t be in a hurry, and kindness is the root of communication. I am excited to further my understanding of the correlation between horse and rider as I finish my instructor course. Please keep a look out for more Equi Yogini musing.
This winter has been tough on my riding schedule. It’s been nonexistent. I love riding with snow crunching under hooves and fat flakes catching on eyelashes, much like the day when I captured this lazy winter storm looming over the mountains. I live for these days, but they have been few and far between this year. Usually the afternoon sun peaks out, transforming snow into a sloppy, slippery mess unpleasant to walk in and undearable to ride through. However, I keep trudging through muck and mire, waiting for when the world is covered again in a blanket of white and the stillness is broken by breath puffing around my horse like dragon vapor. This winter can be a bit like life, mucking though the slop to grasp a magical moment, no matter how fleeting.
After a holiday hiatus from posting I’m back with this reminder to ride more and worry less. I found this meem plastered all over Facebook, being shared and re-shared, liked and loved. I don’t often make New Year resolutions because they usually get neglected and abandoned when they become unpleasantly inconvenient. However, it’s easy to be resolute about something that you already love.
I believe that equestrians can all agree that there is something about being in the saddle that melts away stress. It could be the rhythmic movement composing a moving mantra, or the companionship of a silent partner who listens to your every concern, or that being out in nature seems to slow down time like a leaf floating from a limb. A few nights ago I dreamt about galloping across an open field on my favorite thoroughbred. It made me realize that I have been out of the saddle too long and have let my worries settle in too deep. So I’m making a promise to my self this year to get on the back of a horse more and leave my troubles behind. I hope that you too can add this to your resolutions list or simply make more effort to ride this year.
This pictures was posted a few days ago by a childhood friend. We haven’t actually seen each other since elementary school but with the ever updating world of Facebook I’ve been able to keep up with his beautiful family. Our dads were both team ropers and while I can swing a rope at a dummy, Reed still chases a few steers.
This photo should be in a magazine with big block letters across the top promoting a high performance suplement for horses. Instead it is a superbly captured moment of a horse ready to do his job. His eyes and ears remain pinpoint on the cow, intensity builds in his arched neck, he waits to spring as the gates slam open. Any cowboy will tell you that half the work is done by a good horse. This is a good horse that loves his job.
I wholeheartedly believe that domestic horses need and want a job. With the cold weather and shorter days setting in, my herd has spent most of the past month napping and eating in their paddocks. This may seem like the good life but, like kids cooped up in house too long, it makes for irritable, moody, and bored horses. Their manners begin to slip, nipping at each other at feed time or getting pushy at a gate. We often have to revert back to foundation training. “This is my space, this is your space, get out of my space,” kind of schooling. My horses love their trail riding job and in the winter months I have to employ a parental like ingenuity to keeping them stimulated and out of trouble.
Like Reed, many owners can keep their horses working year around. My horses work seasonally, which leaves at least 3 months of down time. I’m hoping to fill some of those days with romps in the new pasture when the weather is nice. Just getting horses out on the walker or out on a lounge line helps. How do you keep your horses fit and entertained during the winter?
With the cold weather and short days limiting riding most of my time with the horses is spent in the barn. Today’s photo is of Bozly patiently waiting for my mom to bring him his feed bucket. At 34, the old man gums a warm Timothy pellet and beet pulp mash twice a day. We leave the stall door open so he can peak his head out to nicker encouragement. When the wait becomes unbearable he wonders over to the feed room to observe the progress. As soon as his bucket is picked up he skips back to his stall and tucks into his feed grunting happily. Bozley’s pure excitement makes my day.
Today’s shot took place on the last warm day of the season. We celebrate our Thanksgiving the Sunday before and I was very thankful to escape the kitchen for a few hours to take a few friends on a trail ride. The ears belong to Mia, my mischevious red dun mare. The love birds holding hands, Patience and Mark, rode Boz and Cisco. The whole ride Patience would giggle every time Boz would trot. “He’s got a lot of go for an old guy,” she would say. Boz is 34. It was a reunion for Heather and Zena. Heather had ridden the pretty Appaloosa mare when she was still at the rescue 5 years ago. It was Heather who urged us to work with Zena, who was ill mannedered but an amazing ride. Now Zena’s manners are much improved and Heather couldn’t stop gushing over her training. Our ride wouldn’t be complete without my outrider Paige giving some much needed exercise to Rain, our bay baby. The wether couldn’t have been more perfect for late November, my horses were on their best behavior, and the company was full of laughter.
I’ve had the flu and in a theraflu enduced stupor I have completely lost track of time, so this post is a day late. However, I want to give an update on the lease of the 130 acres of pasture land. We met with the land commissioner and staff last week. After barrage of questions about our operation and our intentions with the land, they granted us a two year lease with the stipulations that we repair the fence on the north lot. It’s not the 5 year lease we were hoping for but it’s a beginning. So here we are following a new path, no matter where it take us. This between the ears photo is of the south lot, which will soon have horses happily grazing!
This weeks between the ears shot is a throw back to my month spent on the beaches of Africa with Mozambique Horse Safari. I believe the ears belong to Spice Girl, one of the many amazing horses the Retzlaffs rescued. The book 104 Horses follows Pat and Mandy Retzlaff’s journey from Zimbabwe refugees herding horses across the war torn nation to horseback riding outfitters in the safe haven of Vinculo.
My journey through Africa wouldn’t have been complete without this experience with the Retzlaffs and all the people at Mozambique Horse Safari. This is a once in a life time adventure I highly recommend to any equestrian.
He said, "Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." -Roald Dahl