03/07/2023
A wonderful previous client tagged me in this and I just am so grateful for these types of opportunities and relationshipsš
At a lesson I was teaching, the studentās mare had worked beautifully. Sheād tried so hard to do our biddingāwhich included stretching and rebuilding her body through her way of going, her long-held thought processes and reactionsāthat I was moved to blink away tears and hold her head in a silent embrace. We stood there for quite some time, just giving and receiving gratitude. It was then that the owner spoke up.
āThank you for loving my horse,ā she said.
I didnāt know quite how to respond, for as a teacher and horse lover, it seemed only natural to do this. It occurred to me, though, that it is easier for each of us to stay guarded. If we have a procession of training horses and people coming and going through our lives, it is less troubleāand less of a gambleāto keep our shields up.
This, I have decided, is not how I choose to live my life.
My goal, when schooling the last-chance horses and ponies who come through my hands, as well as the gifted ones with all the hope in the world, is to instill love and pride in correct work. Their so-called market value has zero bearing on my hopes and dreams for their skills and/or wellness. This āliving well, riding betterā has become a mantra for all that I do and write. It has somehow become my horsesā and my own trademark, too. Simple and to the point, it continues to surprise people.
Schooling an eighteen-year-old to move better? Showing pride in the accomplishments of an unregistered and once-laminitic pony? Encouraging and body-building an awkward and ageing, very ordinaryāread uncompetitiveāhorse?
āWhy waste your time?ā is so often inferred. The answer, of course, is that they teach me every bit as much as I teach them. Yes, every single one. Thereās a reason weāve crossed paths.
š· Iain McLean.