How The Horse That Teaches Me Has Transformed My Life
I had an older Arab mare growing up, she was the ultimate confidence booster, and lets face it, when you’re young, you bounce. We’d fly everywhere bareback with a piece of bailing twine around her neck. I considered myself a rider. Until I met Dewy…
He was a young unhandled three year old pure Endurance Arabian. I was 20 years older. I thought I would just back him and we’d do some endurance together. He was the sweetest boy, really gentle … but also the most reactive and athletic horse I have ever known. He taught me patience. He taught me to break things down into smaller steps. He taught me to be precise about what I wanted. He taught me that with everything I do, he is learning, good and bad. He has taught me to breathe. To stay relaxed but alert.
After being together for nine years he still keeps me on my toes. If I decide not to ride for a while, I cannot just leave where I left off. He needs to be respected. Reintroduced to work gently but firmly. He will do anything I ask, as long as I ask it the right way and with respect. I trust him to pick us both up when we make a mistake, I trust him to keep me on my toes, and I trust him to shy at bloody everything! ;-P