11/04/2024
Long read but great! I thought I knew a lot about cows, beef production degree, raised them, shown them, taught about them. Now, going down the fence I’m beginning to know what I don’t know! Loving the learning though! As Chris Dawson would say, I’m going fast and working on making good decisions.
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It interests me that as riders, we will often grow to ‘love’ something about ourselves, or our horsemanship that really, we should change.
We become so comfortable working around it, that it becomes our story. The thing that we should be shifting, letting go, becomes who we are. This wouldn’t be so bad if it also didn’t become who our horses are. This can be a piece of our gear, our bodies, or our mindsets.
I was in a series of group lessons with one of my young horses, once, when one of the students in my group was pulled into the centre by the teacher.
“You’re sitting crookedly,” he said. “You’ve even got your stirrups set unevenly, so that you’ll feel more comfortable. Do you have a health issue that prevents you from sitting straight?” The rider began to giggle, a little bit.
“You’re not the first person who has noticed that I need to sit in the middle!” she said. “It’s just a habit now, after riding this way for so many years. Don’t worry, my horses get used to it.”
So began a long number of lessons where this teacher and rider tried to straighten out why one hip collapsed and one leg didn’t work… and in the end, the rider just stopped going to lessons. It was who she was and her horse would cope.
It can be a situation in one’s life, it can be the breed or type of horse we keep choosing that decides what we’ll accomplish in the saddle. It can be one’s health. How many of us introduce ourselves to someone and in the first few sentences, have fully explained our illness or injury, without having been asked? It is so easy for our health story to become who we are!
I’m not immune. I have failed to progress in my riding to the point that I have plateaued for the past twenty years. My reasoning is that I ride mainly colts and green horses. That I was very sick and that I’ve been hurt too many times. That I don’t have any opportunity to expand my actual working knowledge by riding any highly-schooled horses.
There may be some truth to it, as once my horses get beyond the early stages of riding, they are sold. The ones I do keep tend to plateau, right along with me. They’re not going to magically learn high-school manoeuvres with a rider who is still in the same place she’s always been!
My being ‘stuck’ in one place ultimately affects the fitness and level of achievement of my horses.
Part Two of solving any question, once we know the why of it, is to decide whether we are going to stay comfortably fond of ourselves, just as we are… or whether we are going to require anything more. I don’t suppose there’s a right or wrong answer here, unless ‘the way we are’ is hurting those around us. That’s a hard question to ask, and answer, honestly.
For me, it’s probably high time in my life where I need to keep one of my younger horses, with an eye to finding a worthy instructor and pressing on. Staying the course, before it’s too late. Seeing where we can go, if only we try. I have yet to figure out how to accomplish anything of worth without the trying part, though it is always tempting to stay where I am and wonder.
“What if?” we ask ourselves. “If only I’d had the chance.” We may have to decide to do the demanding physical therapy that will help us straighten, or lease the athletic professor horse who will help us learn, or find that one teacher who will require us to change… only to decide that it isn’t worth it. That we are happy and meant to stay just as we are.
But what if we’re not? What if our horses aren’t meant to be the only ones who do the changing? What, then?
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Shown here, Flores La Due, World's Champion Lady Fancy Roper of 1912. She was also the wife of the founder of the now world-famous Calgary Stampede. In addition to being a fierce competitor who travelled the world with her horses, she ran a guest ranch in the mountains, baked her own bread, made meals on a cookstove and did all the laundry.
Though she was a great friend and source of inspiration to Mike's mother, I never met Mrs. Weadick. I can just tell, however, that this tiny woman lived large. She did not settle with what she once was, before going after what she really wanted—and needed—to do!
Photo: Glenbow Museum.