Rocky went RBI and I did the right thing, starting with: I noticed

In which I learn how to help Rocky build his confidence and how to tell if the horse is relaxed in a circle.

Patience is waiting. Not passively waiting. That is laziness. But to keep going when the going is hard and slow – that is patience

Rocky yet again played the perfect family pony this weekend, patiently lugging all three of us around (one at a time) as Dan and Jan learn and I re-learn how to trot comfortably. Dan felt better sitting the trot than posting, while Jan and I prefer to post. Hm, how interesting. I find that explaining [...]

20 questions from Daily Parelli blog, answered

Questions posted by Norma at Daily Parelli. What is your Ultimate Goal with horses? To partner so naturally, simply and joyfully that it feels more like instinct and less like learned behavior. I was astonished at how long it took to think about this and articulate an answer. What is a step toward that goal [...]

Lazy in the sunshine

In which I post a silly little video just because I can.

A rocky relationship?

In which I ask myself some questions about our relationship.

Mosey + yoga + fetch = good times

In which I discover that I’m much more willing to “see what happens.”

Video: Rocky’s first day in the Back 40

In which Rocky tries to join a new herd and Troy thinks otherwise.

Gentle morning stretch-and-coffee

In which I find that a brief morning able around the farm peacefully resists depression.

Could it be true, that Rocky wants to play with me?

In which I have an epiphany about something good. Maybe.

Three chords and the truth

In which I reveal the Dark Side while also highlighting learning experiences.

I went right-brain, so I hopped off

In which I go right brain in the saddle and Rocky has to play with me on the ground until I’m left brain again.

Taking it on faith

Rocky will forgive. I will improve.

It’s like Katamari Damaci

I’m in Raleigh this week for a client project. Driving from the hotel to the office this morning, I passed a big green mailbox on a wooden post. I almost swerved to Touch It and snorfle around for cookies.

One of those days: Front Arena, Session Five

In which I learn that learning experiences are necessary but not comfortable