The Conscious Horse | To Begin | Where He Lives

This is about the horse. About how we and our horses need to live in a space where the energy there supports us.  How we need to learn that the energy we and others bring - disturbs us, disturbs the horse.  Where he lives makes a difference. Perhaps far more than you realize.  Here for a moment, we are going to pause and discuss how many horses live, in corrals and stalls, in a barn with many different people, with different personalities and different ideas on what is right for the horse and discuss what this does to him just to be there, to live like this.

Amazing how sweet some stallions can be.  So easy to handle, well behaved, willing to put up with us as we learn our way.  One day I stand there at the one end of the indoor arena because where normally we have the arena to ourselves today someone else wants to work their horse as well.  I continue on with the lesson not worried about the stallion and his rider, after all they have been working together for a while and quite enjoy each other's company.  I knew he was a good boy and I wasn't concerned that there was another horse there.

At least not at first.

The lunge line came out as did the whip, the horse tied back well behind the vertical and on his front end, I was surprised he didn't trip.  He wasn't allowed to find any cadence in what followed, merely pulled short into to small of a circle for the speed demanded by the one at the end of the rope. The whip demanding keep it up, as the rider tried to burn out any energy that was there, to make sure he would be safe once he climbed up.  Funnily enough, that wasn't anything that we needed to worry about with a stallion in his prime.  We wanted energy, all that we could find.

It was warm and it took no time for the horse to be wet with sweat. So quickly I am not sure if it was from the heat, from the running or from the stress. 

Then I saw something in the stallion that concerned me and worried I directed the rider to climb off and we quickly left the arena.

I was glad to leave because I knew my student probably wouldn't appreciate it if I tried to correct the one that seemed to have no clue in what they were doing. My heart thinking I should walk over if nothing else to help the horse and what he was going through. But that isn't why I halted the lesson so abruptly. I had a stallion I needed to worry about and I had a first-hand view of what a stallion looked like before getting ready to attack.

It was subtle but it was there.  In all his life he had never seen another horse treated like this.  He didn't need my reasoning power to determine this was wrong for the horse, he sensed the distress this other horse was in and didn't understand.  At first, you could see how he struggled to understand, how all he wanted to do was watch at first because what was happening was beyond his comprehension.  How could anyone hurt one of his brethren like this so deliberately, so callously?  He didn't know this horse. This trainer was just renting access to the arena for an hour.

As far as his experience to date with humans had been is that they were interesting playthings and he liked that they liked to come to play with him. The stallion in him went into protective mode and I am not sure what he would have done if we had let him do whatever was brewing in his head. Maybe nothing but that wasn't what I sensed.

But more than that, I think that day, it hurt the relationship that he had with his rider that he loved so much.