2.05.2019

where did this girl go?

When Koda & Nemo were three, after 90 days of formal training, they came home to continue growing up. They lived by us at our previous house, across a couple large fields at what used to be Brad's family farm. Some of you may remember those days...grab a cup of your favorite beverage, this is a long one...

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Repost from September 2010:


Titled: rodeo anyone?

Today started out peaceful.


Nemo eating breakfast in the sun

















I was finally able to spend some time with our horses. This past week between work, we had the farrier out, rain, appointments, rain, hockey board meeting, rained out football game,  rescheduled football game, rain, sick yesterday - but today, was a good day to ride! It had been a whole week. By the time we could get out, it started to rain. We didn't care, we did a warm-up lunge in the rain anyways - and then we all took cover until it ended. So the beginning of today's lesson was, how to take cover and remain calm in rain and thunder with your human :) Koda, Nemo, and Harmony passed with flying colors. Three horses and two humans in half a walk-in is pretty cozy. Shortly after the rain stopped, and we headed out on the trail.

Koda was on fast-forwarded, unusual for him. We tackled "the corner" before Brad and Nemo reached us. Koda circled, I thought "here we go...no we don't" and we did, walk on. 

It has become clear that the gravel/rocks are really what is bothering Koda's feet, and causing the ouchy-tripping. We walk on grass whenever possible, but sometime you have to cross on gravel/rocks. I feel terrible that it bothers him. He still does his occasional lazy-itis trip in the grass, but that is different. Regardless, Koda was on forward march the entire ride. When we got back to the gravel, it was back to "stumbling". I talked to the farrier about it, he said his feet are rock solid. Shoes would help, but he really doesn't need them...

Unfortunately, sudden mosquitoes came out in force and kept us all on our toes. As usual, after our trail ride we headed down the road. Before we got to the highway, Koda balked at a small piece of white paper - like it was something. Not the norm. We rounded the corner onto the grassy wide-area along the highway, and...both horses did not want to cross the muddy culvert area today. We were both busy trying to get our horses across. Koda did his usual backing, and that's when the show started.

The mud was a long strip but only 12-ish" wide, and leads into a culvert that is huge with a white insert. Water drains into it, with the recent rain there was standing water in it.  The surrounding ground was mushy. Really, the culvert is a good thing. It takes water away from the field, and the pasture. Try convincing a horse.

Koda backed, I moved him forward. He chose to keep backing. I chose to correct him - but instead he scooted and the loose end of the rein slipped to the wrong side. I tried to get the rein back to the correct side (so I wouldn't drop it, if it came to that) and move him forward. Okay then, we'll do some circle work here instead and the mud strip won't seem so bad. He zigged. I zagged - and WHOA, I almost fell off! Thank god I was on a western saddle and not english, I was almost side-ways going down slo-mo when I grabbed the horn, and pulled myself up - as we spun in a circle. By then the cars on the highway slowed to watch, the two resident girls had run to the end of their driveway to watch, and Nemo and Brad were behind us watching the whole thing (which went on for a while). It was all surreal. Brad chuckled and said "next time you decide to put on a show and ride in a rodeo, charge admission" Ha ha, very funny.  No, Koda didn't offer to buck - but he just about spun me off. I know that wasn't what he was trying to do. I just lost my balance. What happened immediately after, made me very proud of my boy. Koda responded and moved forward, he marched right over that mud strip without so much as a quiver. Thanks buddy, for trusting me. 

Nemo said "okay, I'll go too" - and we rode on. I'm pretty sure I lit up that highway. So bright that I scared some birds, they suddenly squawked and flew up right out of the corn a foot away from us and spooked Koda. I swear we jumped three feet sideways. The rest of the ride was smooth sailing. We not only walked right over that mud strip on the way back, but the insignificant white paper too. Koda earned HUGE praise for trusting me. He made my day. I love my horse. Today ended peaceful.

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Where did this girl go?? The girl, from a post written 8 years ago...where is she? The one who wanted her own horse, her whole entire life, but couldn't afford one. As a little girl she wished and dreamed, rode other horses whenever the opportunity came up, grew up and got busy with life. The desire never went away, and she started taking lessons and spent summer vacations riding the Colorado mountain sides with family and friends. She turned down owning a horse she loved and schooled with for several years.

Finally, at the age of 46 her husband made her dreams come true and she chose Koda. If I ever only got *one horse* in my lifetime, it would him. The doe-eyed bay boy with Fabio hair, that is full of personality. Not always the ideal kind. Kinda like me.


Is that girl still inside me, or gone forever?? 
I remember that "rodeo day" like it was yesterday. Fear had already reared it's ugly head by then, but I seemed to overcome it. I know I am older and literally broken now, in more then one body part - but I never would have let that get in my way in the past. 

Breath, sing, work with a trainer, do more ground work, get out of your head, stay calm, be confident, get a different horse, catch it before it gets big, redirect their behavior...while all those things certainly do help, the fear imbedded deep inside remains. No matter what. It is raw and it is real, and has absolutely *nothing* to do with Koda. It has to do with me. When horses "get big", any horse, especially on the ground, or in the saddle, doesn't matter, they scare the crap outta me. There I said it out loud!! 


Just for the record, nothing bad has recently happened. With all the indoor frigid weather I've had excess time to think, more then the usual. That's a scary thought! Because I already think waay too much about e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. I can't help it. It is how I am wired. They forgot to install an off switch in my head :) You play with the cards you are dealt. My cards are complicated. I wouldn't have it any other way, but that does leaves me wondering...where did that girl go? If I knew, I would go find her. Until then, I will keep searching for an older wiser version of her...I've got plenty of opportunities to work on it.


3 comments:

Grey Horse Matters said...

You know I think we all have moments like these and wonder where that younger braver girl went. I can't tell you how many times I fell off of my horse Erik, my heart horse (who was a 17'2 Dutch Warmblood. I got him as an untrained 3 yr. old and I was 42 and I'm only 5'5". He was 16'2 when I got him but he grew to be way too big for me. He was the spookiest horse this side of the Mississippi! Nobody liked riding him even my trainer. He was a fast spook too and you never knew it was coming it just happened. But I always got back on and took the jump or whatever. Now, I don't think I would. I'm not as agile or maybe stupid as I was back then.

Blue is pretty much a steady Eddy and much smaller at 15'3 and Dusty was pretty solid too (15'1) without a spook. I've been working with Rosie and she doesn't seem spooky either. I've come to the point that I'm not taking any more chances with my safety, if that seems wimpy, so be it. I really think that the more ground work we do the more I get to know her and the more she gets to trust me. My mind never shuts off either and it's hard not to think of all that could go wrong. But the thing is if we are prepared and the horses are well trained we should try and relax and if something happens we'll just deal with it when it does. So stop searching for that younger braver girl, she's still in there but her brain has blocked her from enjoying herself!

aurora said...

Thanks so much for thoughtful sharing, it's nice to know someone can relate. I love reading your responses to my (often lengthy) posts, and take them to heart. I hope you know how much you are appreciated!!

Shirley said...

I agree- stop looking for that lost girl and embrace who you are now.
I have fallen off so many horses, and learned that I have to work through my fear and just keep going. A also learned that if I don't trust a horse, I don't have to ride it. (Rosalee, Delia) Sometimes it takes a different horse to bring your fear down to a manageable level. (Gussie, Sassy, Beamer) so don't rule out getting a steady Eddie type of horse so you can continue on your horsemanship journey.