A New Way of Thinking About Riding...
I wanted to do a horse blog today, as we haven't much talked about Dim lately. Yes, I do know that is not a horse. That's a Bengal. F2 Bengal, King Lear the Huge in fact, but I know how you are about pictures and I knew you would be yowling for some of Dim, but I haven't any.
This picture of King Lear the Huge is meant to distract you from the lack of horsie pictures.
I am working with a new trainer as of today. Teacher might be a better word, as that's what she does for me. I think I wrote on her once and called her "She Who Owns It All", or Poetry for short, as that what she and whatever horse she is on look like when they ride.
There is nothing, mind you, wrong with Hoursetrainer Mel, we are still BFF's and still ride and work together, but she is very busy right now, and hasn't the time to work with me as much as I need, if I am going to be able to ride Dim. I don't know enough, or rather, I know enough to KNOW I don't know enough.
And the reason you haven't pictures of my lesson today is there is not time for pictures in a lesson like this. I am listening. Every second. In fact, I don't even think of you during a lesson. Or work. Or anything. Except what she tells me, what I am doing, and the horse.
It's pretty darn cool.
To say I learned a lot doesn't even begin to cover it.
I can't tell you WHAT exactly. It doesn't come out well on paper. (Or my screen, I guess we say now.)
To say: "Well now, I stood behind her while my horse went in circles, and she talked to him and sometimes to me, then she rode him and then I spent 10 minutes on his back walking mostly and trotting a couple times, while she told me things."
Would be like describing my Irish show as: "Well now, Paul and I play some songs and sometimes we speak to you and you wave your arms about, or yell: Right up your Kilt"
See? Doesn't work. Loses something in the translation.
I can tell you, now, that riding is art, the same way music, dance, painting or writing is art.
It's communication, it's ideas, it's subtle, it's physical. It's thinking on ten things at once, and missing twenty of them. It's learning one brilliant idea at a time, that makes so much sense you want to scream it to the world.
It's new and different and changing and frustrating and worth every second of every bit of sweat you put into it. Like all good art.
And like all great art, you do it because there is something in you that HAS to.
I want this. I have to.
And I am very happy.
Love and Riding,