This Too Shall Pass.

WMNamsunsetThe temperature had plummeted to 70 degrees, with a light breeze. Welcome, September. There was almost an hour of daylight left, the clouds were bubbled and layered, and the air was very sweet at my altitude.

I’m a horse and a half tall, riding Namaste. He came here 5 months ago from a hard place (read here) where he had fallen between the cracks.

There’s peace in his eye now, and I’m slowly asking his strength to return. He’s a sensitive gelding who thinks too much, so while we walk, I keep the conversation going. He likes to talk about himself, like all good horses do. So I ask him about his walk: big steps, lateral steps, supple and forward all together. We talk rhythm, and rib stretches, and the softest questions are about that right side of his pol. It’s a perfect ride.

This too shall pass. It’s been 20 years and those words still ring in my somewhat deaf ears. I had a trainer used to say it all the time, especially if I was in a pit of despair about whatever my current riding drama was. My horse would be confused, my hands would pull, and our frustration was nearly blinding. I wanted it, whatever it was that week. It was like teen angst, only I wasn’t a teenager. Awkward! And she said it again, This too shall pass.

It felt dismissive, but it wasn’t, she just had a larger view of things. They were the same words given when I did something really well, only with a chuckle then. She gave success and failure the same measure, after all, they are different sides of the same coin. I learned it from her, and tonight I say thanks again.

Two boarders were riding with me, both were giving soft praise, laughing, trotting lightly past us. No boom box tonight, instead the music of rhythmic hooves, blows and snorts, praise and laughter.

Is Infinity Farm such an ethereal place that all horses and riders dance like angels? Hardly, not by a mile. Both riders are on the rebound from falling in a hole. That’s what I call being given an opportunity to refine one’s approach to riding. It’s uncomfortable but not terminal. If there was a graph of the ups and downs of training, it would look like a heart beat on a monitor. Because ups and downs are a sure sign of life going on.

The sun eventually gets low and the breeze settles. Namaste has had more than a few bad days in his life, just being a horse living with humans. I am sure there are natural born riders out there, but I’m not one of them. This too shall pass, this perfect moment, like all the other less-than-perfect moments that came before. Maybe it isn’t really about good or bad, so much as making friends with this process of learning to ride.

Who ever said it was easy, to climb on top of a sentient creature, 1,000 pounds strong and find partnership in a trot, or a flying change, or any other movement in unison?

And as good as it is to have a good ride, it can be even better to have a less-than good ride, I’m a little excited for you. It isn’t that you or your horse have fallen short somehow. It’s an opportunity to go back to the basics, the warm home-place to begin again, and each time we practice basics, maybe learn a deeper understanding of ways to help our horse, and ourselves.

M. Scott Peck wrote this about life, but riding is life for alot of us, and it holds true: “Life is difficult. This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths. It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is Difficult- once we truly understand and accept it- then life is no longer difficult. Because once it is accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters.”

 Riding is hard. Can we all agree on this one point? A whole lot of riding is counter-intuitive. On top of that, the degree of difficulty is increased by our personal degree of desire. None of us is short on desire, are we?

Most of us are fairly clear that fighting our horse doesn’t get the best work. We are always training either resistance or release, and release makes for a happy horse. Fighting ourselves is no different. The more we flog ourselves for not being perfect, the more energy is wasted heading the wrong direction. If you have evolved enough to not blame your horse, good for you. Now, give yourself a break, too. Riding is hard, and this too shall pass.

Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.

11 thoughts on “This Too Shall Pass.

  1. Yes life, like riding, is difficult. And life, like riding, is worth the effort. All the fear, hard work, valleys and peaks are well worth it to get to share our lives with the people and animals we love. Great post.

  2. Timely inspiration, like Rontuaru says! I can’t wait for the heat and flies to subside and renew my own up and down waltz. (Looks like the weather’s due to break this weekend.) Talking music – would love to hear what makes the charts on your boom box sometime …. and so pleased to hear good news of Namaste, his story really moved me, as I’m sure it did all your other readers

  3. designerchick2

    So eloquently written, and so close to home for me and my mare. Between my injuries and her having a hard time with a move to a new facility, we are back to basics. Groundwork, lots and lots of groundwork. I had my first lesson in months yesterday and it was all a the walk.

    I’m so glad to hear Namaste is doing well and in good hands.

  4. I just read Namaste’s story. Already in a dark blue mood here, because this morning my husband put down his old partner of 20+ years. At least he died here, at home, never abandoned or “moved on.” Small blessings. Happy tears that Namaste was rescued….

  5. Michelle, I follow your dressage blog and am so very sorry to hear about your loss – sending warm wishes to you and your family, (been there recently enough for the feelings to still be fresh)

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