Horsemanship Blog

I wanted to add a few words about chasing (or actually not chasing) perfection. I mentioned this on the recent...

Willow rotated out of my string kind of passively at the end of 2017. She had gotten a minor stone...

Since the days are a little longer, I’ve had the pleasure of getting to play for a few minutes here...

I still can’t believe he’s not going to be taken away from me. A Facebook memory came up the other...

  Well, what can I say about Daveena for this month? I’ve been trying to describe our evolution together and...

Hi Friends! Happy New Year! A new decade is a “heavy” thing to ponder! I spent a few minutes this...

Happy Sunday Friends! ?☔️? So...the official ambassadors of fall in western Oregon have arrived. The BIG rain storms are here in...

Bonnie. ?? Oh my goodness. This little one! I feel similar about her to how I feel/felt about Vivian. What...

The news from my string is that I switched Vivian and Daveena over to the campus and brought Lil and...

I’ve noticed lately that Ray Hunt’s words: “Set it up and let the horse find it.” have been crossing my...

The thing about writing and vlogging about horsemanship lately is that I feel like everything has been said already. That’s...

As I recall it was bleeding hot that summer. Temps were over 105 every day. There is no shade at that Dayton Washington arena either but I recall us all being cheerful and happy the whole week long. (Plus there is nothing like a few days of 108-110 to make you really appreciate a 95 degree day and appreciation seems to always be an effective mood elevator.)

The only thing I was doing was setting up an idea that she might be able to feel something different and giving her all the time in the world to think about that and make an adjustment if she wanted to. Because she's so sensitive and, miracle of miracles so confident, it felt almost like she was curious.

Photo by Nicole Poyo Photography Follow her on Instagram@nicolepoyo Yep. I said poofy. A little like fluffing a pillow on the...

That thing. You know, that thing where you've had a horse in your barn...in and out of your string...for years...

A few days ago I was sitting on one of my favorite horses chatting with my friend Beth who'd come...

The first time I watched Buck ride it struck me how artfully he communicated with his horses. Of course he...