I’ve been working with my two mares fairly regularly for the past week or so. Before that, I had been messing with them off-and-on and mostly spending undemanding/healing time with them. At first, this was due to school, and then once school was over, due to a pretty upsetting occurrence in another area of my life.
As I was riding Cherish the other day, I found her struggling a bit with some exercises that I was experimenting with. There was no pressure – I was just checking to see if they were within our range of possibility in terms of communication and physical capability. She could do them, but it was sluggish. I then noticed that everything was sluggish and delayed, almost mopey, if that isn’t too anthropomorphizing.
I got a picture in my head. I was atop the most beautiful, most talented Dressage pony in the world. Everything was effortless for her, and she was so full of joy and pride that she bounced with each stride. She stood tall, moved well, and had a captivating air about her. I was atop her, helping to guide her, but mostly molding with her, as we rode. Anything that didn’t go quite right, it was because I wasn’t quite asking right.
With this picture, my perspective changed… and my energy… and my approach… and how I responded to things… and even my body.
As you can imagine, the same things began to shift in my horse… the most beautiful, talented Dressage pony in the world.
Within just a few minutes I did have a proud, beautiful, captivating horse beneath me, who could do no wrong but was only responding correctly when I asked just right. Interestingly enough, this became the truth.