The first time

I will never forget the first time we put her in the saddle for a lesson.

She sat up straight. Her expression was so attentive and serious, Like in so many riding photos I have taken since.

She held the reins and pushed her little boots into the stirrups. Slowly the pony led her around the arena.

Next, her coach asked her to change directions. She took the reins and did as she was instructed, elbows moving,  hands tightening, head turning....slowly the pony responded.

NO WORDS.

Leg. Reins. Intention. Eyes in the direction she wished to go.

The light went on.

I will never forget the moment.

What I observed in her was a sense of recognition and relief. She sat up straighter. She had control over something in her life.....and not by force or by rage or entitlement.

She had control because she was in control of herself. She knew her intention. She knew the direction she wished to go. She trusted herself. The rest (including the pony) fell into place.

I am sure she will not remember what that first time felt like. The time when her intentions and confidence allowed her to effect direct change and control over her circumstances in one moment in time.

But I will. And I see it each time she confidently handles a majestic and strong willed horse ten times her size.

It is my hope that as she moves through life, this lesson is locked somewhere deep inside of her.Disguised perhaps, as an inner sense of knowing. It will serve her well. It will not forsake her.

Intention. Confidence. Direction and patience.
The rest will fall into place.