What a horse has taught me.
What has changed in the human race? Where did we go wrong??? Technology? Latch key? disconnection? Isolation? Shitty human beings? We trophy hunt to extinction. We bully over the web. We use blogs and social media as guns and declare our innocence and deny our involvement. We yell trolls or victim blaming. So much easier than actually taking responsibility.
We make other people our business in a most vicious manner and it is none of our business.
We attack strangers to feel important using WordPress or Facebook.
But we cannot take responsibility.
I am being taught ground training with my horses. They were bullies. They bullied me. Heavily. Dangerously. They bullied each other. Isolation is death yet being isolated creates death.
Then I was taught some things that can be applied across life with other people.
I am going to just leave this here and let you apply it.
Horses are herd animals. They have specific jobs to thst herd. Leader. Follower. Protector. Etc.
Every day is a power struggle. To keep as head of the herd. As a human, it is a necessary move for my survival. The 2 horses are 1400lbs a piece. My knees and back are shot from military injuries. I am 100% service connected injured. My survival in the arena is keeping head of the herd. My survival mentally is the herd.
So I lunge the horses. To control their feet. With confidence. With surety. I must do this in a way that does not break their spirit. Breaking a horse is horrible. You take their will away. You kill their spirit. And one day, they will turn and kill you. A horse never forgets what you do to them. They simmer. They might never do anything but live miserable…or they might turn on you. Partnership is the key. Gentle not broke.
So I had to learn to read them. When they are defiant, they are sent out. Lunge. Not allowed to come in to me. To be isolated from me…their herd. I control their feet…but the minute they drop their head and lick lips (a way of saying…oh…i understand what and why)…i have to stop. Drop the flag and/or whip. I drop it. I drop my energy. I have read and understand too.
I drop my head and relax. I turn. The horse understands. We just said ok. He walks to me and lowers his head next to me. I turn and scratch and talk. We then walk together. He follows me. He goes where I go. Willingly.
A join up. His herd is important. His herd is acceptance. His herd sets the behavior acceptable. His herd is safety. His herd is connection. Connection is necessary.
Not broken. Gentled. Understood. Connected.