My group lesson followed. I rode Joy again. I had a hard time with the lesson concept, which involved getting the horse to move forward and over. Joy was very patient with me, for which I was most appreciative. I don’t think anyone knew how frustrated I actually was. I decided after a bit to just accept the fact that I was confused and to just go along with the program. This, rather than struggle to learn something that was beyond my comprehension. It was then that the lesson got easier. I felt Joy relax, and together we focused on trotting in a balanced and rhythmical fashion.
Then we (along with everyone else) cantered – this was way fun. It was a breakthrough for me because I previously avoided cantering in arenas. I trusted Joy and she took very good care of me. This may have been because earlier I paid considerable attention to her, attention which mainly took the form of body work. Afterwards, Joy and I received numerous complements. Tiffany said that she was impressed, so much so that she was jumping up and down and cheering me on. Now that’s the sign of a true friend.
I was nervous about my lesson, which was to be semi-private but I ought not have been. It went well. Elaine was again my student. My second student was Susie, who as luck would have it, owns an Extreme Farm Icelandic. I talked to her for a while before and after the lesson. We discovered that we had a lot in common.
I’ve really enjoyed staying in the big house, and even for this reason alone, I wish that this clinic was a week long rather than just four days. Tomorrow night I’ll stay in a tiny house. This is going to be way different. Then its on to Portland, via the train.
No more to say. No more to say.
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