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May 9, 2020
Weeks into lock down.
The only places, other than the grocery store, I go is to the barn and the local trails. My horse is boarded close to an awesome conservation area. I am blessed to be able to ride. Other owners are not as lucky and are unable to visit their horses, let alone ride. I cannot imagine how heartbreaking that is.
I would be a mess without this respite. Uncertainty can be crippling.
This Spring was supposed to be crowded with organized rides and maybe a show or two. Weekends are empty of events. So, we hack out.

In the fifteen plus years I have been riding these trails, I have never seen them so crowded with families and bikers. It is wonderful, but I worry it could negatively impact equine access. While many are thrilled to encounter a “real horse,” others complain horses are “ruining” the trails and pose a safety risk.
Last weekend we encountered a woman with a large dog she was struggling to control. She screamed at us to go another way because the trail was “too muddy” for horses. As we do in these situations, we thanked her for the information and complied with her request.
We checked the trail later; it was not muddy. My suspicion is she was afraid she could not handle her aggressive dog.
I wish I could say encounters like this are rare, but they are not. As an ambassador for my sport. I must remain calm and avoid being confrontational. Especially now when everyone is frustrated and, many, afraid.
This pandemic will not last forever. When the world returns to what will be the “new normal”, I do hope that those who have turned to the trails to escape boredom will continue to use them. Even more, I hope they decide to become active in preserving them.
As for horses sharing trails? There is room enough for all users to enjoy the natural world around us. Perhaps others will come to understand what we trail riders have always known- trails are a gateway into nature and a bit of heaven on Earth.
Be safe!
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April 18, 2020
Horses saved my life twice, once when I was a rebellious teen and again in middle age. I don’t speak much about the recurring depression that rises out of my insecurities, of my anxiety. The presence of my horse lifts this shadow. My eyes dilate when I gaze on him and I see the world as a more perfect place. My breath slows to match his. My heart beats with his. Together, we remain in a moment where the past is gone and the future, immaterial.

The human/equine symbiotic relationship is hard for non-horse lovers to understand. Some humans are born to bond with these magnificent beings. Our souls long for their presence. On their backs, we fly. We walk more confident beside them.
I am grateful for the grace my horse shares with me in these strange times. Perhaps, I am saved again.
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February 29, 2020
An extra day. February has always been fickle. Too windy for me to ride due to memories of a fall from Pepper that ended in a broken ankle, I decided it best to keep my feet on the ground.
Jigs I and took a walk through the woods. We do that occasionally. He seems to enjoy it and I believe it is good for relationship building.
We walked down to the old “pine grove” where we used to ride when boarding at the other barn. The local land trust recently purchased the property, but not before loggers made a mess of the trails. We had to bushwhack through their debris.
I encountered burdock. Placing my mittens on ground, I struggled to remove the annoying stickies from my leggings. Somehow Jigs had avoided them. I let out an exasperated breath. Jigs lowered his head, grabbed one of my mittens and handed it to me.
Oh, of course, he was expecting a treat. His nose was already at my pocket.
“What about that one?” I asked Jigs pointing to the remaining mitten. He picked up and handed it to me. Another treat.
I have been working for years on teaching Jigs to ‘fetch’ hats and gloves with the hope that one day, it could be a useful trick if I dropped something from his back.
In all that time, he has never handed me something without being asked. Today, he just did it- no cue. It was like he anticipated I was going to get the mittens and decided to help out.
“Smart pony,” I said scratching behind his ear. “Maybe you can lead yourself sometime like Olive.”
Olive is the lab who lives with me. When I put her on the leash, she will pick up the end and lead herself to the door.
I was only kidding when I said that to Jigs.
Pleased with my pony’s intelligence, we came out of the woods and walked up the road. It had gotten warmer. I stopped to take off my mittens, inadvertently dropping the lead rope.
Jigs looked at it and then at me. Slowly, he dropped his head, picked up the lead rope and handed it to me.
His look was clear, “where is my cookie?”
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November 5, 2019
Practice and perseverance have paid off (sorry for the cliché). I took Jigs to multiple events over the last month and except for one day of VERY naughty pony, he was fantastic. We were overall champion in our division at three events!

What is more exciting is that one included horsemanship at walk, trot, AND CANTER. I feel like we are starting to get it.
I’m sure there will be more good and some bad days, but we will figure it out. I am not the type of rider that pushes. Each step we take is slow, but this year, our progress is visible. We are learning to dance.

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August 15, 2019
Summer is burning to a slow end. It is mid-August.
Jigs and I have not done much other than lessons. It’s been a season of canceled events, the most recent due to the heat and humidity July threw at us. Too hot to move. Not safe for the horses.
Lessons have continued. Slight progress has been made, but it seems the more I learn, the more I am aware of my shortcomings. I’m not an athlete. I mix up left and right. My cues are awkward. I am not quiet and talk to much to Jigs with hands, legs, and voice. A hot mess. I’ve given up on ever showing or competing seriously in versatility.
On the plus side, Jigs looks fantastic. He is lean and muscled as never before. Consistency is good for him. This summer I commissioned a painting of him that now hangs in my living room.

I am looking forward to fall and the cooler weather when we can trailer out to a few organized rides. Perhaps then my usual optimism will return.
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April 14, 2019
I have never been comfortable with having my photo taken but when a friend, who is a talented photographer and fellow barn rat, offered to take some photos of Jigs, I thought, it might be fun, so why not?
The pictures are stunning. Bethani captured quiet moments between Jigs and me.



And as you can see, Jig’s is a bit of a ham!

I highly recommend Pictorial Tales By Bethani.
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December 30, 2018
End of December is the time for retrospectives of the year. A lot of the bloggers I follow have posted theirs already. One stated that blogs are old school and announced she is moving to other venues, pod casts, on line classrooms, for a fee. The free blog will remain, but I wonder for how long. Everyone must make a living. I get that.
Rather than looking back, I am looking toward 2019. Disclaimer-despite my fondness for Tarot, I am not clairvoyant. Expectations may or may not be realized. There will be hardships. There will be moments of joy. My hope is joy will out weight hardships.
And what are my expectations?
I expect to laugh and cry with those I love. I expect to continue preparing for retirement. I expect to ride Jigs down new trails. I expect to attend horse events, lessons, cow sorting, versatility, maybe a show if I get brave. I expect to win a few ribbons. Maybe.
Missing are my wished-for things: economic stability, a truck, Jigs at home with me, a finished book of poetry, 40 years in the making.

On January first, I will take down the ribbons Jigs won in 2018 and put away the memories of our successes, near successes, and yes, failures.
The space above his stall will be empty- a proverbial blank slate- a space for realized possibilities that will become 2019.
Happy New Year’s!
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June 18, 2018
Jigs and I snagged third in Sunday’s versatility. Not terrible, but not competitive.

3rd Open Division
After only two riding lessons, I am not confident to canter between obstacles. But I AM more aware of my lack of riding skills. My body lurches too far forward and my legs curl too far back. Watching the video of our run was painful. Ugg.

Beep Beep Beep or Back Back Back
I’m having doubts that I can get better.

Cracking the Egg
But we had fun, even managed to sneak into the Atlantic Ocean to cool off.
That’s the whole point, isn’t it? Relieving stress? Not creating it?
The minis at the versatility were so damned cute. Watching them helped me forget my shortcomings. And there was a horse with a UNICORN HORN! A lovely, shiny rainbow horn.
Ebay, Etsy. I searched and found they are out there. Unicorn Horns. For sale! Realize your fantasy. What color should I order?
Jigs would ABSOLUTELY hate having a unicorn horn.
He was not thrilled with the flowers I clipped to his mane or the bright blue biothane tack or the turquoise saddle seat. Okay It’s me who is not too keen on the seat and horses don’t see color that well.

Waiting Our Turn
As I told someone recently, I am one of those aged women who try to relive the childhood we wish we had with glittery tack.
If I can’t be a good rider, maybe I can distract myself with sparkles?
There is another versatility next weekend and a trail competition…. Best to stick with the riding lessons. Better for Jigs, better for me.
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February 11, 2018
We went to a cow sorting clinic yesterday. Given the mud, ice, rain, and snow this winter, being in a dry indoor with good footing was a treat.
Jig and I tried sorting three or four years ago. We I was not very good. He loved it and remained laser focused on the cows even when not on the ring. He seemed to enjoy the idea that they were there to do what he wanted.

Waiting for the cows
I figured the clinic would be a good way for us to see if we should do a few competitions this season. There was supposed to be a sorting contest today, but alas, there is more rain and mud in the forecast, so it was canceled- too much mud for trailers.
Our very brief foray into sorting made us the “experienced” ones. Well, there was a retired cutter, but cutting is what he wanted to do when he saw the cows. Cutting and sorting are quite different.
The clinician was good. She competes herself, and quickly assessed the level of partnership between each horse and rider. Jigs and Spock, my friend’s mustang, were sized up as having good groundwork skills, although she pointed out that Jigs is lazy. Yep.
We watched as she worked with other pairs to improve their groundwork skills. That made for a long afternoon of waiting our turn. Each horse was introduced to the cows on the ground before mounting up. It was a good approach because a few horses were overwhelmed by the a low keyed cows.

Waiting our turn
At the end of the clinic we teamed up for a trial sort run. Jigs got both his cows, but we were not good on the line. Jigs was excited and wanted to go back after another cow. I had to work to keep his attention on me, as a result, one slipped by.
Despite the boring periods of watching others, I did learn quite a bit. There will be a team sort competition in our future.
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January 12, 2018
I will be 60 tomorrow.
A milestone.
Tomorrow is my birthday
I don’t feel 60.
I still feel like that horse crazy girl the other kids made fun of- the girl who galloped through the playground pretending to be a wild horse.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl whose parents wouldn’t, couldn’t understand.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl who cried for weeks because her parents chose a swimming pool over horse camp.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl who fell off the borrowed, nasty pony mare every day, without loosing faith. The mare who taught persistence and how to ride bareback because there was no saddle.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl who loved an appaloosa yearling- love a first sight in the bowels of a horse trader’s barn. The little horse who saved my life.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl who had to accept college over heart’s desire.

I still feel like the horse crazy middle-aged girl who loved Pepperoni. Who bought Pepperoni even though he had uveitis . Pepper who taught me everything- Pepper who taught me that love means letting go.

Pepper
I still feel like the middle-aged grieving girl who walked around a corner that fateful February and found the red pony- the red pony with the “here I am, what took you so long” look.
I still feel like the middle-aged woman who was stunned to win a saddle because her red pony really was the best horse that day- we were just having fun.

I still feel like the middle-aged woman who stresses about how work and family keep her from the red pony. The woman who dropped 26 pounds for her pony’s sake.
I am the one day from 60-year-old woman whose red pony threw half a flake of hay on her, as if to share his dinner- birthday eve gift.
I will always be that horse crazy girl….
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