All the hats, seats and breeds have fit moderately well, but the most enduring and authentic times I've had were fifteen years and several moves ago when I rode my mare bareback and bridle-less at dusk around my fields and woods with complete confidence and congruence. I'm not a horse guru and I didn't whisper to my mare. But, naively, I developed a connection with her over time that was as deep and intimate, and now missed, as the one that must have existed with my mother before my umbilical cord broke.
It seems important to mention what happened with my now-dead mare because neither before nor after my twilight rides with her has anything like the merged body/mind connection we shared occurred. And I've tried to go there again with lots of other horses, my own or others, winning some silver and blues, accomplishing games or gaits that satisfied but didn't have a pulse.
Until Karen Nowak recently guided me through a mounted meditation on Poet, her husband's warmblood I often ride, I hadn't sensed the depth of seeking and finding I once felt. It doesn't matter my own belief system or how just-a-bit dubious I felt insighting on someone else's horse, because I can say that to travel humbly through your own and a horses energy system while you are astride is an unconditional act of love. I recommend the journey to anyone at any level of equestrian pursuit as a way to help clarify a riding relationship and find ones ground from a horses back. While you hold the reins, let Karen offer you her good hands
Joan Muller, Woodstock Ct