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C Berg

C Berg
Location
Iowa, United States
Birthday
January 01
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Wondering who I am, in a world that no longer knows what it is, in a country that is not what it should be, belonging to a race that is for the rats.

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JANUARY 24, 2009 11:47AM

Horsing Around

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Just completed my walk down to the barn and back to feed the ponies (diminutive for horsies). Weather, zero degrees and sunny.  The sunny part is what convinced me to brave the zero part.  As I walk down the snow-packed road, down the long winding, bare-tree driveway I held my fat winter riding glove over my mouth and nose warming the air before it seared my lungs and activated my asthma-cough. Even though we have had some thirty-degree weather, then back to zero, there is still a heavy snow cover. 

The horses were naughty last night.  I feed them at eight instead of five, and they were pretty irritated with me. They crowded around me to be let in, and Tess knocked me over, flat on my back on the frozen paddock. As I laid there on my back, I found myself looking at the hooves and fuzzy brown underbelly of two giant horses, wondering if this was the end. I was really glad they were coordinated enough to avoid stepping on and trampling me.  That is the second time this fall Tess has knocked me over which shows a lack of respect on her part...and a lack of dominance on my part.  Horses are very conscious of the pecking order.  They quickly get out of the way when a dominate horse comes their way, pushing the others to do it.  Of course, humans have to maintain their dominance with their smaller size of they will get killed.  They do this in various ways.  One is by asserting their presence, never taking any shit off a horse, and carrying a whip to tap them if they get out of line.  Part of it is having impeccable timing for reinforcing good or bad behavior.  They are quite sensitive to praise or negative reinforcement.  I haven't spent enough time with my horses in the past two years or so and I'm getting rusty, which can be dangerous.  Selling my horses is one of the things I have put off after the divorce.  I know they would be better off with a home that would put them to work, and I would be better off without the trouble and expense.  I do like them...but could as easily like fewer of them. Horses connect with the soul, nature connects with the soul.  


I just want it all.  Like the song, "Passionate Kisses."  Is it to much to ask for a comfortable bed and a rock and roll band?  And passionate kisses from you?  I liked Teddy's saying, "You can't have it all...where would you put it?"  She actually had a reference for it, but I don't remember what it was.  Ifound it first on a fortune cookie.

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wanting it all may not be a bad thing, as long as you remember what st. Mick taught us:

"You can't Always Get What you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find, that you get what you need."
Hey Carol: I like reading your writing about the horses. My ex-partner loved them, and while we were married she kept two. I remember her talking about the importance of letting them know who's in charge. (We traveled together once to Toronto to the world dressage competition, which was interesting.) But they do require a lot of energy to keep, I know. They seem to depend on that consistent involvement from their master, and they get skittish and aggressive when they don't receive it.

Thanks for writing, Carol; following your energy is energizing. Thanks, too, for all your thoughtful comments on my own attempts. Oh, and please write more about wanting it all, okay?

Hang in there!
Hi, Carol, thanks for commenting on my Unemployment Diet blog. I clicked on your name to check out yours. Ah, the pecking order. Sometimes things are not as they seem. I hope that's not too cryptic. I like the feeling of your writing.
That's scary that your horse knocked you down. You must really love them.
This is the first post of yours that I've stumbled upon, but earlier today I read your comment at Steve Alexrod's post. I agree with what Sandra wrote to you over there.

I like your writing. This was a nice post. I hope things work out for you. Maybe Tess is trying to tell you something---stay strong.
thanks for the shout out. the quote's from steven wright. i'm reading very very few posts, being busy being sick. but i love horses. this spoke to me, of course. i believe it's all about moderation. when a horse keeps knocking you over, sweetheart, that's a sign to make a decision, as painful as that is. divorce wipes you out. what about loaning them or renting them out? does that exist in the horsey world. sorry if this is stupid. love love love.
Woah. I don't even know what to say...very nice comments for a rather common post!
I do love my horses, but there is a time and a season for everything, and Tess is trying to tell me something. My ponies are highbred warmbloods and are bred for dressage, jumping, and eventing. I have one quarter horse who has never been ridden western. He's a great jumper, and an all around good guy. They have all been neglected in terms of riding and have been on "hold" while I figure out my life. It's not really fair to them. They are talented athletes.

m.a.h.--Thanks for stopping by. I really liked your blog, too. And thanks for the heads up on Sandra's comment. I actually hadn't read it. How very kind of her. The less I say, the better I communicate.
Teddy--I'm so glad to see you again. I wrote you. Please get well so you can see my horses, if I still have them. I'll get pictures to you sometime soon. Horses are so cool...animals are so cool. They are so NOW. Love to all, Carol
Nooooo, please don't ever sell them. They will keep you sane in this terrible cold world.

I went riding tonight for the first time in awhile. My life is so chaotic now (...well, frankly it always is... ) But I went to the barn and Ollie greeted me with those big brown eyes that say "I love you just the way you are... assuming you brought the horse cookies, though".

After the ride, I tucked him in back in his stall. He was a little greedy about the cookies. But once he figured out they were all gone, he actually started licking my face... I like to think he was being cute and giving kisses (though a more likely explanation was he thought I had cookie crumbs on my face. )

Like you, money is really really tight and I know I should give him up. But when they do something like that, I can no sooner give him up than to give up one of my boys.

Hang in there... Nice to find another horse lover and dressage rider here...
The rusty horse whisperer.