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The Project:

One Mustang directly off the range, One trainer, No tools, Just body language

The Goal:

To discover how far Equestrian Art can be developed solely using body language.

 

 

Community

 

In my last blog I talked about how I thought I was going to have to become a lot more fun in my training methods as I embarked on this training challenge with no tools.

 

Sometimes I have a hard time finding that fun point of view. Then I wonder, lacking any perspective of amusement, if I should even bother trying to train a horse, or relate to anyone for that matter. Fun and play are somewhat magical; interaction and laughter cause us to feel loved, and valued, and connected.

 

Life is about more than fun though… there is a whole gamut of emotions that bring depth and detail to life. So on a day when I am sad, or angry, or lonely I think there is a vital importance to just showing up anyway. On a day when my emotions are different from fun, my horses may not learn new things as quickly or as easily, however, if I can be understanding of this, there is a wealth of connection to be gained regardless. Sometimes it’s just about showing up no matter how you feel.

 

The people in my life help me to consistently show up. They help me to walk my talk and keep me putting one foot in front of the other regardless of the weather. I am incredibly fortunate in the community I have around me. I have written to thank the horses and all they have taught me; today I need to write a thank-you to the people. The diversity of perspective and energy every one of them brings helps me everyday. Taking a moment to look at the horses through someone else’s perspective has led me to uncountable eureka moments. Stepping into someone else’s shoes for a moment can propel me into a whole new way of thinking and feeling. I find that amazing, and I feel privileged to have such wonderful people around me.

 

The basis for my horse community close to home is my mother and my daughter. They both have a tolerance for chaos that far surpasses my own. Without a doubt their company stretches me in a profound way. When you gather 20 some horses together, and all the people who would like to be connected with the herd there is a certain amount of chaos that must be tolerated (or enjoyed) as everyone learns and grows together. I am very grateful I have my mother and my daughter to support me through the ups and downs of creating community.

 

To all of you who make up my community, Thank-you! From the Plumb Pond riders who inspire me daily to the broader group of equine aficionados throughout the Islands, the Northwest, and the world at large, you know who you are, thank you for being part of my journey.

 

Elsa Sinclair

EquineClarity.com

The Project:

One Mustang directly off the range, One trainer, No tools, Just body language

The Goal:

To discover how far Equestrian Art can be developed solely using body language.

 

Everyone deserves to be loved…

Once upon a time I was married. It seems so very long ago, a fairy tale shrouded in mists of perfection. Fairy tales are just that way, sometimes the sun must come out and burn through the fog showing all that was hidden for better or for worse. My husband fell deeply in love with another woman. For a time we both held tight to the fairy tale, as though by ignoring it, a love on the other side of the world could have no power over our story. She became suicidal and he was torn. It was complicated and dark and difficult. I loved him and believed he should be with the woman he loved, even if it was no longer me; then she became homicidal, threatening him should he not comply with all she asked of him, and I no longer knew what to think.

In a conversation with my sister during this time, trying to sort out the anger, hatred and disbelief if felt for this woman who could threaten the man who loved her, and the man I still very much loved, my sister said something that rocked me to my core. She said: Everyone intrinsically deserves to be loved, even her.

I knew my sister was right, though it is only years later I think I am finally coming to terms with the idea.

“When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending.” Thich Nhat Hanh

 

I do believe we all have an intrinsic need to be loved. When we feel alone and uncared for, an insecurity is born that becomes the basis for desperate actions. No one is immune, we all know what it feels like to have done things we shouldn’t have.

Horses and life get all intertwined for me. When I can’t figure out how to train a horse, sometimes the solutions will crop up from the most unexpected places. When life seems unfathomably difficult, horses often show me the light at the end of the tunnel.

I have spent the last week riding Saavedra with no tools of control, no ropes or sticks or spurs, simply her and me among and around her herd in the pasture. I want her to travel about the herd carrying me along beautifully, peacefully, and serenely through the spaces between horses. Saavedra has other ideas; she wants to move all the other horses out of our way at every opportunity. If they are at ease, it is not too difficult for me to redirect her to the open path; however if they pin their ears at her and tell us to get lost, the thrill of a confrontation is like a drug for Saavedra. Her neck becomes arched and her ears prick forward with vibrant intensity. That spot in the pasture she has just been asked to leave alone is the ONLY place she wants to go. Then there is a battle of wills between us. I am voting for peaceful travel; she is desperate for connection with her herd. I understand the feeling and I empathize with her. How do we build up her self-confidence to a level where she can travel through the herd unconcerned? How do we support her to be confident in her connection with me, feeling safe without the constant reassurance that her equine herd is there for her.

I am asking of Saavedra so many actions she would never choose to do on her own. We are traveling nowhere in particular; we are not going to get water, or organizing the herd structure, or finding a better patch of grass to graze. While some horses might find it fun to simply travel, it seems perhaps it is unnerving and stressful for Saavedra to do so. She feels alone and strange with her rider all of the sudden so passive and powerless. When faced with a lack of confidence, there are generally two solutions: freeze up and feel helpless hoping someone else will fix it for you, or take action to feel connected and part of the world again. That action is going to look like play, or it is going to look like a fight, depending on the desperation felt.

We hear horse trainers say you have to be a strong leader, and horses will test your leadership constantly until they trust you. I think there is some truth to that. A horse who lacks confidence wants to be part of something bigger than himself. Interaction makes a horse feel part of things. Positive or negative, interaction usually feels safer than being alone, particularly for a prey animal like a horse.

When I ride Saavedra with a halter or I carry a stick, if she becomes unconfident I can assert myself as a leader using pressure and release and she finds comfort in being my partner. Her confidence seems to increase after she tests my strength and we move forward together.

When I ride Saavedra with no tools and have not used force in any part of our day together, interestingly I find her confidence decreased. I can’t force her to move her feet one way or another to prove my leadership. All I can do is ask and reward.

I believe the secret lies in how I ask for things. If I ask with a sense of fun and play (a skill I feel is still in it’s infancy for me), I don’t have to prove how strong I am to give her confidence in our partnership. Fun and play naturally fill that intrinsic need to feel loved. If I ask with a serious or challenging demeanor (a skill I seem to be comfortable and familiar with) she doesn’t know she is loved and accepted by me until she tests my strength. If she can test me and I can stand up to her confrontation, she will feel safe… however the moment she feels weakness in me, she will have to test me again. Her safety depends on being part of a herd. She needs to feel loved.

I believe there is a natural sequence to these things. As foals, horses will follow the older confident horses as they learn about their world. When they feel alone or unconfident they will play and that makes them feel a part of their herd, safe. Playing builds confidence. Inevitably at some point a foal will feel alone and unsafe, beyond his ability to soothe himself. Then he will become aggressive, pick fights with his siblings, or kick at his mother. If this earns him the attention that makes him feel safe again all is well with the world.

My theory is, that we all need to play and frolic and have fun, until we are confident enough to stride forward and do things on our own. When we are not confident enough to take positive action it becomes tempting to pick fights, look for arguments and confrontations, all in an effort to feel safe and a part of something bigger than ourselves.

Everyone deserves to feel loved. If I am going to train horses with no tools of power, I have a feeling I am going to have to learn how to be a lot more fun in order to build the confidence my horses need, to carry me the places I would like to travel.

Elsa Sinclair

Equine Clairity.com

 

The Project:

One Mustang directly off the range

One trainer

No tools

Just body language

The Goal:

To discover how far Equestrian Art can be developed solely using body language.

Good Enough?

For me there is a certain rhythm to being a parent. You get up in the morning, breakfast, shower, lunches made, plans for the day gone over, then it is one foot in front of the other through the day and you hope it is good enough to set your most precious charges up for the rest of their life.

Art never seems that simple. It happens through you, in spite of your logical mind, it is the brilliance that shows up between the lines. Art is limitless and always leaves me wondering, is it good enough, did I open my mind wide enough and dream big enough, Did I color far enough outside the lines?

Horses are my art. This project is me stretching what I thought was possible, a little farther, a little wider, challenging myself endlessly with the question… is it good enough?

Today I want to thank John Sinclair. The majority of photographs you see on this blog were taken by him. I was lucky enough to have been married to him for eight years, and though the idea of marriage didn’t work out for us as planned, he did broaden my ideas of what is possible in a monumental way over the stretch of life we spent together. With John there was no idea too crazy or daunting. Everything was worth exploring, every idea had merit and potential.

Living with John gave me courage to think bigger. So while, with out a doubt, I sometimes curse him for that, I am also profoundly grateful. Taking on projects that seem daunting and out of reach makes my life richer and brighter and more vivid than it otherwise might be. When I find myself wondering, will it be good enough, can I really pull it off? I have this amazing set of projects to look back on. Living with John made for a rich history of ventures embarked on with the support of his unending optimism. While not all our projects were success stories, they all added a shape and color and depth to my life that having experienced, I would never pass up.

That gives me courage. This project, this new Mustang, embarking on a training project with my hands metaphorically tied behind my back.

Actually, the training and horses are an art form familiar and comfortable. Larger in scope than what I am used to, but none the less comfortably familiar. It is the documentation of the project that leaves me shaking. Buying the camera, buying a computer that can handle hours of video editing, enlisting my friends and family to stand behind the camera while I work through the interesting parts of this next year. Hopefully I can talk my friends with cameras into helping with the still shots.

The end result- will it be good enough? I don’t know; however, I do know my life will be richer for the attempt, and that is what matters, right?

“Let us be reminded that in the end only three things matter – how fully you lived, how deeply you loved and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for You”

John, thank-you for all the photographs. Thank-you for all the website help, and technical support. Thank you for all the years you walked beside me and helped me think bigger than I would have by myself. Thank you for being such a great Dad to our daughter. I wouldn’t be where I am without you, and where I am is pretty thrilling.

One Mustang directly off the range

One trainer

No tools

Just body language

This project is my art.

Elsa Sinclair

EquineClarity.com

The Project:

One Mustang directly off the range, One trainer, No tools, Just body language

The Goal:

To discover how far Equestrian Art can be developed solely using body language.

Zoey (aka Cashco)

It was 2 a.m. and I couldn’t sleep. I had been married for eight years to a man who was either asleep beside me or sitting at a desk on the other side of the world in the opposite time zone, never more than a few key strokes of the computer away.

On this particular night I was alone, newly divorced, newly relocated to a summer home on my parents property, newly embarking on a brand new life. I wasn’t sure what this new life of mine was going to look like, but I knew it had horses in it. At that moment in the wee hours of the morning, I decided I needed another one. After returning from living in Norway earlier that year, Saavedra my beautiful black mustang was my one and only equine partner. She handles my intensity well, yet sometimes I know I need to back off and give her time to think. I needed another horse to play with, to help me lighten up on all I expected of Saavedra.

So I searched the internet for sale adds. I was looking for a Thoroughbred. I missed the cat-like athleticism I had enjoyed with Ransom. I was looking for a hot-tempered, high-energy horse- a horse self-motivated to action. As a trainer I had had experience with Left Brain Extroverts and Introverts, and lots of experience with Right Brain Introverts, but very little experience with a Right Brain Extrovert horse. I felt that was a gap in my education, a gap that might just be filled by the high-spirited Thoroughbred I was dreaming of.

I found ten horses that seemed to fit my criteria. I emailed the owners and explained that while I didn’t have the funds to buy a horse at this time in my life, I felt I could provide an incredible home if they were interested. I had three replies out of the ten. Two, on further investigation, were not the horse I was looking for. The third sounded like it couldn’t be more perfect.

Zoey was her name. Or Cashco if you want to go by her official race records. She was high energy and came with the reputation that she was wonderful if she was ridden for hours a day six days a week. She had done endurance racing and was sound and healthy, just a bit of a difficult handful of a horse when underworked- exactly what I was looking for.

Many emails later her owner had decided yes, she would like to give Zoey to me on the understanding that I would keep in touch, and, should Zoey ever need to be sold, the owner would have first right of refusal to buy her back.

I get offered horses all the time. I knew I needed to think rationally and make sure this was the right horse for me, so I went to see her for the first time without a trailer in tow. I needed to meet her and then go home and consider if we were really right for each-other. All the best intentions were swept aside when I met Zoey- it was love at first sight. She radiated energy like a fire cracker about to blow. She moved as though there was a cushion of air under each foot, effortlessly propelling her into the next step. We played at liberty in the large indoor arena and never had I experienced a horse so interested in me: who I was, what I wanted, what in the world was I trying to do when I made movements she didn’t understand. I never got the feeling she would necessarily obey requests from me, I just got the feeling she really was curious and wanted to know me. She offered me close range circling at the trot and with an arc to her body, wrapped around me with breathtaking lightness and grace. Everything she did was like a dancer, as much attachment to the air as the ground.

I was hopelessly in love. I could see the challenges but I loved them too. She was the type of horse who was going to do whatever she wanted to do, to hell with the consequences. She was an action horse- life needed doing all the time!

For a year and a half Zoey and Saavedra were my mares. They were great friends and complete opposites in temperament. It was perfect for me. They stretched my training skills in every direction as I laughed and appreciated each of them for who they were.

Zoey was always a physical challenge for me to keep up. I have been spoiled by my tough little Arabian horses and indestructible Mustangs. Zoey, even when she was on full lush Northwest pasture, seemed to need extra oats to keep her weight on. In the winter the extra feeding and blanketing was a daily effort. Lucky for me I loved that contact with her every day, and between my mother and my friends Zoey had good care even when I was away working on the weekends.

In March of 2010, my parents begin to contemplate moving off of San Juan Island. Being a single parent and working full time means I lean on them a great deal. I was confronted with a huge change in my life and came to the conclusion I had to let Zoey go. As it was, my work schedule had become so busy that I was not giving her the work I knew she wanted. She was a horse who would pace the fence in anticipation of something more exciting happening any time she saw someone show up at the barn. Leave the trailer door open and she would dart inside and stand there looking at you as if to say, come one, hurry up, we have places to go! When I would leave for the weekend to work, my Mustang mare never seemed to mind the time off but Zoey would pine for life outside of the pasture.

I believed I had found the perfect rider for her back at the barn where I had first met Zoey. The two of them seemed so beautifully matched. Unfortunately I lived eight hours drive away, so while I did my best to set them up for success in their first weekend together, I was not there to support them though the challenges they later faced. There was a mix up with paper work and communication and the original owner took over the care of Zoey again.

My dear sweet impulsive mare ended up with excellent care, but very little work. The life of stall and paddock without extra work and exercise did not sit well with her. One day, in an unfortunate series of events that I don’t know all the details of, she ended up kicking someone in the stomach. Though I offered to take her back to my home to live with me again, the difficult decision was made by her owner to put her to sleep. She was deemed dangerous and untrustworthy.

While this story breaks my heart, I understand. All of us only have the time we have. While I adored Zoey, she needed more from me in terms of time and attention than I could give her. If she had come home to be my horse again, I wouldn’t have even considered taking on the Mustang project I am embarking on now.

So while I couldn’t save Zoey, in her place there is a Mustang who will get to come live with me in the Fall, a Mustang who will teach me what it is to communicate on horse terms: no ropes, no sticks, no small pens, just us- horse and human seeing what we can do together in complete cooperation.

Elsa Sinclair

www.EquineClarity.com