A Story of Addiction, Dysfunction, Codependency… and Horses
I was cleaning out the inbox of one of my email addys [and forwarding some stuff to another one LOL] when I came across the below. This is from 2018 which in 2020 time-framing is exactly one million years ago. I had started writing about this while away from my desk; I sent it to …
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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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The first time I experienced open order in a lesson, within two minutes I was like, 'Yeah, no, thanks but let's go back to the other way.' The other way was warming up in a group; open order meant we were warming up, but individually. At that stage I wasn't riding very independently, not yet. …
...no more long face! I got stuck in some hard, heavy writing and the sacred algorithm of YouTube blessed me with this, and in turn, I pass it along to you. An absolute TONIC. *** Many Brave Fools: A Story of Addiction, Dysfunction, Codependency… and Horses is AVAILABLE NOW. Order your copy today: > …
Not that it's a good thing. It's what we're all missing during this sheltering in place/self-isolation time. With the lack of human contact—and additionally in my case, contact with the horses—the production of endogenous opiates is way down, if not gone. I'm trying to get topped up on negative ions from being by the sea, …
Here's a post from 2007, always good for a LOL. *** LONDON Karen was saying wouldn't it be funny if my bag got searched in Gatwick, considering? 'Pardon me, madam,' beamed the security dude. 'Would you mind terribly if I was to search your bag?' Arse! I grimaced at him. 'I don't imagine I have …
An experienced horse person might read about my first successful crack at a course and scoff. If I was bothered by that, it might serve to minimise the sheer joy I can still tap into when I think about it. Luckily: not bothered. In the same way, there's a lot of chat on socials about …
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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Ah, Saturday. I have missed many a lesson, by choice and due to injury, and now, due to global pandemic. #StayHome and read about my very first horseback riding lesson. It's the very first thing I ever wrote about my experience, well before Many Brave Fools was even a glimmer in my eye. It's also …
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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MANY BRAVE FOOLS 