I'm off again tomorrow, to Bath, as part of some coursework I'm doing. The 'flying' in flying changes is carrying quite a lot of the weight, lately. But! I've got some free time and me being me, found an equestrian centre and am going on a trek on Tuesday. ! Hopefully, I'll be well recovered …
The Little 3-0
Right. It was Thursday, and it was time to Tango. I'm not giving up. It's not the kind of stubbornness that makes me heedless, though. I know that if I get nowhere with him, if it becomes too intimidating or scary, I won't ride him anymore. But I'm intent — my intention is to learn …
The Big 9-0
Once again, a threshold crossed with no warning. The weather has cleared up to the extent that the sun comes out towards the end of the day. The summer is waning — it's getting that bit darker, again, earlier — and out we go on a ride out to take advantage of the grudging seasonability. …
The Lesson of the Fifth Fence
I keep seeing it: over the double, and there's that fence. Just sitting there. The number five in black on the red placard. There it is, and there we go, Delilah and I, right past it as opposed to over it. I tell myself I felt a hesitation in her stride. Well? What are we …
Is That What Life Coaching is About?
So, I've become complacent, I know that. In light of trying not to be lazy, I took Tango for my private lesson. Big, windy sigh. I can't begin to know what is really going on with him — you can't get close enough to get a physical feeling off him. It's not just that he's …
Certainty; Assurance; Reliance
It feels so different, to get on Delilah. I sit there, relaxed, the reins in good grasp, but in the waiting to go: nothing. Not nothing, exactly, but the absence of doubt; perturbation; anxiety. I know as well as anyone that what you bring to the horse is communicated to the horse. It was the …
The Boy is Back in Town
OR LOOSE BOX, RATHER I was running late on Tuesday, stupid second bus blew right by and I had to wait another fifteen minutes for the next one to take me across the river, to Nassau Street, to the walk to the LUAS, further delay caused by some poxy tourist buying tram tickets one by …
Ma Intertubes. Is not Werkin
I seem to be back up — a faulty broadband modem, a faulty connection, further faulty connection as regards delivery of new broadband modem, etc, etc — and a busy ass week had precluded the bloggin'. If the internets die, well, I don't want to think about it. Let's see how this new black box …
The Semiotics of Showjumping
Apologies to anyone who'd googled Saussure, Charles Demuth, or William Carlos Williams, and found themselves here. I was as nervous as I was way back in September of 2006. A friend messaged me yesterday to meet up, and I replied, in textese, that I couldn't as I was going up to the yard to jump. …
Eight in Row!
The yard was dead. Very unusual for a Saturday. One of the Livery Lasses was lingering in front of the barn, and told me that the polocrossers were off in South Africa, at some tournament or other. Ah. Only one class was going on, 'summer' hours in place, the intermediate ladies on a ride out, …
MANY BRAVE FOOLS 