A Story of Addiction, Dysfunction, Codependency… and Horses
In honour of hoping that the two long sticks I have hidden are still where I put them when lessons are back on. *** September, 2012 A couple of weeks ago — see, I didn't even bother writing about this, because honestly, this is like the eleventy billionth post on this topic. A couple of …
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We may be nearing the end of this series.. *** OH, DON'T BE SILLY—NOT HORSEBACK RIDING! I tried. I did, I really did. But the dressage whip is the only thing Rebel respects, and it now seems pointless for me to ride without it. Which means I gotta figure out how to get it from …
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA this made me so mad. *** I LOST THE AMAZING AND MAGICAL STICK OF WONDER I lost it. It's gone. Gone. I know exactly why I lost it. I was all over the place, mentally, and I mean all. over. the. place. Anxious about a business trip [which I am now on, dateline: Toulouse], …
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA that stick was so manky! *** 28 February, 2008 We were walking the horses round and round prior to starting Tuesday's hour. Reb had been chowing down before the lesson, the first of his day, and I reckoned it could go either way: grumpy from having been taken away from his hay, or fizzy …
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It is fair to say I was obsessed with crops when I started riding. It is fair to say I am still losing and gaining long sticks fourteen years on. Below please find the first repost of the series known [only to me] as The Crop Chronicles. OCTOBER 18, 2006 I am reminded of the …
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'Maverick' figures largely in my book, which is based on many of the events I recorded on this blog. This is one of many crop posts — there's an entire category called The Crop Chronicles; none of those anecdotes made it into the final draft, but as I toy with ideas of what the next …
A couple of weeks ago — see, I didn't even bother writing about this, because honestly, this is like the eleventy billionth post on this topic. A couple of weeks ago, I walked into the building at the yard where the lockers are, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye, as I …
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It was sunny yesterday morning. I began to project. If it was sunny, then maybe we could jump the course that I didn't get to jump the Friday night. If we were going to jump the course, then I would take Delilah. If I took Delilah, then I wouldn't really need the long stick, would …
Yes, so the long stick: I have, as I said, become rather blasé about carrying it around. I do realise, occasionally, that it is basically something that could be confused with a weapon. Recall my experience in Heathrow in 2006. So I keep it as close to my body as possible, tucked up under the …
I've gotten rather blasé about the long stick. I'm handling it better, both in the arena and out. The first few times, handling it was like trying to juggle babies: it felt funny, it felt wrong, but it had to be done correctly or else. Now I can [almost] switch it from hand to hand …
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