Wilz and Unfinished Business

Willow rotated out of my string kind of passively at the end of 2017. She had gotten a minor stone bruise so I brought her home from the Northwood Campus to run around in the big pasture with the rest of the home gang.  I had recently expanded my Real Estate Business to include the…

From Mind To Mind

The thing about writing and vlogging about horsemanship lately is that I feel like everything has been said already. That’s not exactly true I suppose but often times it seems like it because mostly my recent revelations are about WHY stuff works and why the masters old and new have said certain things. Take my…

Daveena and The Northwood Challenge

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.)

WILLOW: GAME CHANGE

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.

THE POOFINESS OF THE RECTANGLE

Photo by Nicole Poyo Photography Follow her on Instagram@nicolepoyo Yep. I said poofy. A little like fluffing a pillow on the couch or a bow on a Christmas present. The rectangle is ideally quite poofy. Ha! I remember when I first realized this. I was up in the arena with Nigel and even though he was…

THE WILLOW EFFECT

That thing. You know, that thing where you’ve had a horse in your barn…in and out of your string…for years and you’ve never quite gotten it right. Then, suddenly you get the horse out again and things just start to fall into place and you think…what in the bloody hell is going on here?? I’m…

THE STORY OF JAX. Part One.

A few days ago I was sitting on one of my favorite horses chatting with my friend Beth who’d come to watch me ride for the day. It was really the first stormy day of fall. We had jackets on, leaves were swirling around and we were very grateful for the covered arena as the rain pounded down. I…

Feeling Together

The first time I watched Buck ride it struck me how artfully he communicated with his horses. Of course he wasn’t using a mechanical marker like a clicker and he for sure wasn’t using food as a reward. Yet he was moving his horse towards the feel in a way that was beyond just pressure…