As much as I talk and write about horses, I’m not much of a rider. I can’t claim the crown of being a horsewoman. I ride too infrequently and never get to know one horse long enough to really learn to speak horse. This has left me a perpetual beginner and an eternal learner in the equine world. Still I have learned much from the horsewomen I know.
From Karleen I learned to halt the horse by breathing out, sitting deep and looking up.
From Beth I learned the horse is a mirror.
From Helga I learned the power of a collected walk.
From Disa I learned to smile and dust off your pants when dumped from the saddle unharmed.
From Bev I learned to only ride as fast as the slowest rider in the group.
From Kat I learned a cheerful attitude relaxes horse and rider.
From Karleen I learned equilibrium by riding a horse bareback.
From Helga I learned transitioning from walk to trot to tölt.
From Bev I learned to listen to my instincts.
From Claudia I learned to sit the trot.
From Karleen I learned to sing in a tölt.
From Helga I learned an Icelandic saying: “I like my horses fast and my men wild. “
From Esther I learned you’re never too old to enjoy a canter across the mudflats of Lake Hop.
From Christina I learned how to let the horse go.
From Beth I learned that horses can heal you.