I might have missed this one if I hadn’t checked my stats (OK, I’m obsessive about this) to see who’s been reading. My Journey With Ace tagged me for a little meme called
6 THINGS ABOUT ME
The rules are as follows:
Link to the person who tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Write six random things about yourself. (I’m making mine all horse related, but they don’t have to be!)
Tag six people at the end of your post.
Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Let the tagger know your entry is published.
1. In spite of the fact that I’m really short (5′ tall), I prefer to ride ginormous draft horses. It makes me look like a Thelwell cartoon when mounted. Coming off in the hunt field or on a trail ride is a dilemma indeed. Sometimes the very tall mounting block at the stables is not tall enough and I have to leap.
2. I am really askeeered of stallions. Even though I did a short stint as a breeder of Percheron crosses, most stallions still frighten me.
3. At one time, I owned 14 horses. Now I own none. I feel the loss acutely.
4. My riding skills lag far far behind my horse handling and groundwork skills. I’ve spent so much time learning massage, TTouch®, and attending workshops with other clinicians, that I have spent less time in the saddle in the ring than I should have. The word hate does not come close to describing the feeling I have riding in the ring. So even after 5 years as a rider, I’m still a novice. But I’m an armchair Grand Prix rider!
5. My all-time favorite activity is trail riding in Free Union, Va. Silvery grey stone, shallow creeks (the deepest to the horses chests), hilly, with a mixture of mountains and pasture, wildlife galore, Free Union has most of our hunt fixtures and so groups of riders know it well. Once on an organized hunt club trail ride, about fifty of us walked silently (only the hoofbeats and snuffling horse noises and the breeze in the trees) and watched two hot air balloons hover low over us, admiring the autumn colors and the hunt club doing its thing. I’m not sure who was ogling whom. It was a memory that will stay with me always.
6. When I put my hands on a horse, I feel a connection that is impossible to describe. We become one animal. Sometimes it takes a bit of coaxing for the horse to allow me to commune with him, but when it happens, I can feel almost everything he feels. When I’m able to make changes in places that are uncomfortable, I feel elated. The horse picks up on this and we get a synergistic energy going that I don’t want to end.
I’m looking forward to learning all about you.
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