Bridges can be built when we look at our similarities, not our differences.
Overview of horse and human bones – the foundation
This illustration shows that each bone of the horse and human vertebrae. They are color coded to match from the atlas (C1 or cervical vertebrae number 1) to the caudal vertebrae (vertebrae forming the structure of the tail).
This lion is a symbol for anything that ‘devours’ a horse, mentally, physically, emotionally or spiritually. In today’s world, horses often say ‘no’, but their communications are missed, misinterpreted and ignored.
I’ll never forget the words of a Natural Horsemanship trainer. ‘Don’t ever let your horse say ‘no’. They learn to defy you. They learn disrespect .’ Somehow, this didn’t resonate with me.
For all equine sports and disciplines, motion is a crucial element. We make big demands on how horses move, where they move, and how fast they move. Understanding the ‘equine motion muscles’ is valuable information for any horse person.
Ever since horses were domesticated, they’ve helped people shape the world with their unconditional love, talent, creativity, empathy and willingness. Regardless of whether we consider a horse a celebrated super star, a backyard pony, or horses of the distant past, the transformational power of horses – physical or non-physical – is a magical and under appreciated gift.
Training means, ‘the process or routine of one who trains’, ‘the state of being trained’, ‘practical education in some profession, art, handicraft, or the like; instruction coupled with practice in the use of one’s powers: as, manual training; a sound business training. ~ The American Heritage Dictionary
We don’t seem to have any trouble agreeing on the meaning of the word..
Charlie didn’t know he didn’t know how to ride a horse. The thought never occurred to him. It only occurred to the adults in his life. For Charlie, things were simple; more than anything, five-year-old Charlie wanted to rope a wooden cow from a horse’s back. I agreed to give Charlie riding lessons, but I’m thinking I learned a lot more from him than he did from me.
One day, a magnificent and very exciting dressage prospect plucked from a lush field in Europe somewhere arrived at a small humble farm in New England. He was five years old, ‘uncut’, surly, energetic, light on his feet and very proud.
It seemed he’d been left too long without human discipline and so, had become rather sure of himself. He didn’t like the things people were trying to adorn him with; things like halters, bridles, saddles and a certain behavioral protocol that would make him valuable, but this frail, partially deaf woman had a knack for recognizing brilliance. She’d make a phone call or two, and before you knew it, a new, absolutely gorgeous horse from overseas appeared.
At the time, I had no idea how she made her connections – literally and figuratively. All I knew, was that I used to ride her horses for her.