Hondo's first day with human interaction. He is almost 1 year old. The softness in his eye, yet still alert enough to flee if need be. It is only instinct. He is calm and one day will make a fine Bridle Horse. Watch our progress. For it will not only be Hondo that makes changes it will more often than not be me. He won't lie to me, he won't sugar coat anything he has to say as to hide who he is or who I am. He will react badly if I do, he will yell if I do, He will be calm and move forward if I allow him to learn that way. He is a brave sort, calm laid back yet curious. His eyes say who he is.
I wish I had a picture of my new beginnings. The ride into knowledge. I am half way through or maybe further and here I go all over again. How much more is there? How deep is the valley? When you touch the soul of a horse with out moving a hair on your own head, it changes you. It changes all you ever knew. How much more is there? How high is the mountain? I am in. I had my horse hunt for me before but never knew that was what he was doing. I forced him to become mechanical. Like a hackmore, squeeze his nose into his chin until he can't breath and then call it riding. I gave up on him. Now he is trying yet again! He continues to try for me no matter how many times I ask. Maybe one day I will be good enough to ride in a half breed bit, maybe. You?
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