The Trust Bank, originally posted by Zen and the Art of Baby Horse Management, remains one of my all-time favorite blog posts. I think about it (and use the trust bank technique) often. Another blogger (Oh Gingersnap!) recently posted an article about Rider Self-Shaming from Horse Journals that really resonated with me. I’ve been going through some tough mental stuff with my riding lately, and I’m working hard to move past my fear and misgivings.
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This past weekend my husband and I took a road trip to upstate New York to visit my grandma. It was so wonderful to spend time with her (we haven’t seen her in person since our wedding), and unplug from our fast-paced, busy lives. We also learned that Grandma and I are about the same… we both love Riesling, good steaks and seafood and have the same taste in snacks. One of the highlights was realizing that Carly and Bobby (Poor Woman Showing), lives 30 minutes from grandma. I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter where in the country you travel to (Austin, San Francisco or downtown Columbus, Ohio) we ALWAYS find awesome bloggers to meet up with — it’s one of the coolest, most unexpected parts of the equestrian blogging community.
I’ve been riding Moiya since late Summer 2015, and officially began my half-lease in January. I first fell in love with Moiya when I rode her during the summer last year. Miles was lame and resting, and she saved me from sitting on my ass while all my friends took lessons and went to horse shows. She was a gem from the get-go, and we just clicked (albeit inexplicably, because no one was more surprised than me). Over the winter, she was a bit difficult, especially over fences. But during my lesson last Monday, I got a glimpse of the mare I originally fell in love with.
Ever since Visa died, I’ve dubbed April 17th as my very own “National Pony Day” to celebrate the life of the horse who started it all. I never work, and I always spend the day at the barn just being there. Each year the weather has always been great, and somehow the horses are always stellar, almost as if Visa is looking down and ensuring that I always have good rides, so I never, ever forget how much I love horses. This year I was blessed to have unseasonably warm weather (80*!) and three lovely horses to ride.