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/><title>Horses Are Our Lives</title><subtitle type="html">Horses are our lives.  They are in our blood.  They are a part of our heart and soul and backbone.  It doesn't matter if we own a horse or not, or even if we ride or not, because what matters is that we have a love for horses.  All horses, no matter size, breed, gender, temperament ...well maybe temperament! I have a love for horses and I want to share what I know and what I feel with you.  I am on a search for what horses mean to me.  I hope you come along on the ride with me!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>470</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HorsesAreOurLives" /><feedburner:info uri="horsesareourlives" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MMRn84fCp7ImA9WhVUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-4124418116414215770</id><published>2012-05-23T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T08:24:47.134-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-23T08:24:47.134-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Competitive Trail Ride" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Centered Riding Clinic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NECTRA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turkey Creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shaggy" /><title>It's been awhile since I've posted...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEvycCpduC4/T7zd8DX-L0I/AAAAAAAAGl8/OAYpuXfZZ04/s1600/Shaggy+in+extended+trot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEvycCpduC4/T7zd8DX-L0I/AAAAAAAAGl8/OAYpuXfZZ04/s400/Shaggy+in+extended+trot.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;On Shaggy at the &lt;a href="http://www.horsetrailriders.com/2012/05/friday-after-mothers-day-ride.html"&gt;FAMDR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wow, it's been 2 weeks since I blogged!&amp;nbsp; With the nice weather, I'm outside more.&amp;nbsp; Conditioning 2 horses on longer miles plus spending time with 3-5 other horses takes up my day, along with paperwork and trying to post clearanced tack store&amp;nbsp;inventory on facebook, which I haven't done much of that the last few weeks either!&amp;nbsp; I'll blame the weather!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Views at &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/TurkeyCreekRanchNE"&gt;Turkey Creek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This month has been a busy horsey month.&amp;nbsp; The first weekend, I went to &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/TurkeyCreekRanchNE"&gt;Turkey Creek, Newcastle&lt;/a&gt;, NE to help judge a &lt;a href="http://www.actha.us/home"&gt;ACTHA&lt;/a&gt; ride.&amp;nbsp; A friend car and trailer pooled with me.&amp;nbsp; We both took our gaited horses and we were able to ride Friday evening after settling in, and Sat and Sun afternoons after judging.&amp;nbsp; We put on about 23 miles.&lt;br /&gt;
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Covered pavilion at Turkey Creek&lt;/div&gt;
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The next weekend was the &lt;a href="http://www.nectra.info/"&gt;NECTRA&lt;/a&gt; clinic, which I'll post what I remember doing.&amp;nbsp; Now, memory has to kick in! NECTRA is the Nebraska Competitive Trail Ride Associaiton, a&amp;nbsp;division of &lt;a href="http://www.natrc.org/"&gt;NATRC&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.natrc.org/"&gt;North American Trail Ride Conference&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://distancederby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Distance Derby Riders&lt;/a&gt; at the FAMDR&lt;/div&gt;
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Last weekend started on Friday with the &lt;a href="http://www.horsetrailriders.com/2012/05/friday-after-mothers-day-ride.html"&gt;FAMDR, the Friday After Mother's Day Ride&lt;/a&gt;, which Tammy, horsetrailriders.com, organizes.&amp;nbsp; I think there were over 100 riders, mostly women.&amp;nbsp; A few guys ride along as safety riders, but I think they come to enjoy the ride also.&amp;nbsp; We rode a 14 mile roundtrip stretch on a great trail from Valparaiso to Loma, NE.&lt;br /&gt;
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This past Saturday a training horse went home.&amp;nbsp; I showed the owner what the horse was acting like walking around the barns, standing tied, being in the arena by himself.&amp;nbsp; She had brought her other horse, so we went to Branched Oak Lake, which is about 25 minutes from me, to ride the trails.&amp;nbsp; The training horse rode great.&amp;nbsp; He is a 9 year old part Arab, part Paint, and it is just his personality to be a little high strung when he is by himself.&amp;nbsp; The owner had ponied him as a youngster and worked him a lot, but he just remained goosey at things.&amp;nbsp; I hope the consistent month has made him calmer for her!&lt;br /&gt;
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We had some rain Sat evening and night, but even though it dried up on Sun afternoon, hubby and I relaxed some.&amp;nbsp; We cleaned up some paperwork in the office, froze some of the strawberries that we had picked, and went to a gun show.&amp;nbsp; Well, he went in to the gun show while I did some internet work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lately, I've been posting more on my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/410149878998726/"&gt;Messick&amp;nbsp;Quarter Horse Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;, about the lessons and events I'm doing.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to get back to posting more updates here!&amp;nbsp; I have a &lt;a href="http://www.centeredriding.org/"&gt;Centered Riding&lt;/a&gt; clinic here in another week and excited about that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My level 3 instructor is coming and I have 10 riders!&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been spending a lot of time riding and enjoying the 2 new Arabs, Allie and Bonita.&amp;nbsp; Bonita has the sweetest lope.&amp;nbsp; Allie is starting to pick up speed at the trot and I think she is going to have a ground eating extended trot!&lt;br /&gt;
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The review of the &lt;a href="http://www.nectra.info/"&gt;NECTRA&lt;/a&gt; Open Clinic was:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Open Obstacles at CTR Clinic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Clinician Cheri Jeffcoat, Past Open Rider&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;ON GROUND:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;First, we came into the arena without horses to have a
question and answer session.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cheri gave
her advice on what she would do at obstacles, preparing for obstacles,
nutrition, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Then we came into the arena with only halters and lead ropes
on the horses.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cheri wanted us to rub
the horses all over to get them to relax.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;A lot of what she said to do during this clinic will transfer to when
you ride them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The 10-15 minutes that we
took to rub our horses set us up to have a more relaxing training time with
them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We walked with the horse, stopping, and we waited until the
horse stopped.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We worked on leading and
stopping from both sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We were to back the horse, without turning around.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Stop, walk backwards and have horse
back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We worked on both sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We were to walk the horse 1 step at a time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This sets the horse up to take just 1 step
when it is needed on the trail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We walked over logs, stopping with front feet over 1 log,
counting to 5, walk on. We were to lift the horses head and front end by
lifting up on the lead rope. This will help the horse to lift his/her feet and
not hit the logs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We worked on having the horse do forehand turns by moving
hip both directions, working from both sides.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;We did the same with having the horse do pivots, working both sides to
move the shoulder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And we worked on
having the horse side pass, working both sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;ON HORSE:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BU9SAnm2Yqw/T7ze_o4jjsI/AAAAAAAAGmU/BrOwmlwMA0E/s1600/Shaggy+straddling+log.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BU9SAnm2Yqw/T7ze_o4jjsI/AAAAAAAAGmU/BrOwmlwMA0E/s400/Shaggy+straddling+log.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now, my memory has to kick in, but I think we did a mixture
of walking and stopping, walking 1 step at a time, and stopping and waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We walked and trotted over logs, lifting the horse’s head up
as we go over the legs, to help the horse to lift his/her feet. We walked over
the first 1 or 2 logs, then stopped and waited over the 3&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;
log.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;While trotting over logs, we were to be in a 2-point seat
position as if we were going uphill.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our
lower legs were to be solid on the horse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;We were to hold with our thigh so our lower legs wouldn’t move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I can’t remember if we practiced the pivots, forehand turns
and sidepass while mounted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We did drag a line that was attached to about a dozen
plastic jugs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My horse wanted to see
what others were dragging, but he didn’t like to drag it, as he went sideways.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We worked on straddling a log by the length of the log,
which the horses wanted to step over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We worked on opening and closing the gate, by asking the
horse to back through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Everything we do on the ground with the horse transfers to when we ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;What a great clinic!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-4124418116414215770?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/8Y62hq7jJlQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4124418116414215770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=4124418116414215770&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4124418116414215770?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4124418116414215770?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/8Y62hq7jJlQ/shaggy-at-famdr-wow-its-been-2-weeks.html" title="It's been awhile since I've posted..." /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEvycCpduC4/T7zd8DX-L0I/AAAAAAAAGl8/OAYpuXfZZ04/s72-c/Shaggy+in+extended+trot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/05/shaggy-at-famdr-wow-its-been-2-weeks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIARnw9cSp7ImA9WhVVFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-8547475769952957860</id><published>2012-05-09T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-09T23:19:07.269-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-09T23:19:07.269-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bonita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Allie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arabs" /><title>A Quiet Evening with my Arabs</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Tonight was one of those nights that I just wanted some quiet time with a horse.&amp;nbsp; Tonight, I had that quiet time with 2 horses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Earlier, I rode a training horse and Duke.&amp;nbsp; I finished chores, then I went to spend time with Allie and Bonita.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It's amazing how what you thought would happen, doesn't.&amp;nbsp; And then more amazing is when something better happens.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've saddled, lunged and rode Allie a few more times than Bonita, just because she is a little bigger, and I thought was a little bullier, so any extra time I had went to her.&amp;nbsp; Today was no different, as I started with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm trying to get this "natural" horsemanship feeling brought into my training program.&amp;nbsp; "Feel" is what I've always tried to teach.&amp;nbsp; Now, because of Centered Riding and a few other things that I'm trying to learn, I take the time to really watch the reaction, and wait on the reaction, of my horses.&lt;br /&gt;
The first time I cinched up Allie, and I always cinch up slowly, she turned her head to nip.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm. Day 1 home.&amp;nbsp; We need to learn more about each other. Let's take the time to desensitize you more.&amp;nbsp; Next time, I'll spend more time rubbing her, like Lyle did when he showed her to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Today, she was fine.&amp;nbsp; She just stood there as I saddled her.&amp;nbsp; I moved her hindquarters both directions, and every time I moved, she turned to face me, moving and crossing over with her hindquarters.&amp;nbsp; I took her off the leadline, and asked her to move around with the saddle on.&amp;nbsp; All she wanted to do was to turn and come back to me.&amp;nbsp; Ears forward, watching me, walking with me.&amp;nbsp; I think my stubborn filly has bonded with me.&amp;nbsp; A pleasant surprise.&amp;nbsp; And I'm liking her even more.&lt;br /&gt;
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I brought her by the platform to mount, and she stands quietly.&amp;nbsp; I ask her to walk off.&amp;nbsp; I've decided to talk to her as I ride her, asking her what she needs me to do, telling her what we are doing, and asking her what she will teach me.&amp;nbsp; I forget about talking as much as we trot off, both directions, sitting and posting the trot, and riding in 2 point, which I will do a lot during competitions.&amp;nbsp; We only ride for a mile, but that was long enough.&amp;nbsp; I dismount, and I ask her to follow me over the platform.&amp;nbsp; She hesitates slightly but slowly extends one foot, then the other, and then walks towards me, where I stand on the other side.&amp;nbsp; Ears perked, coming willingly.&amp;nbsp; I turn her to walk over the platform from the other direction.&amp;nbsp; She hesitates slightly, then walks to me.&amp;nbsp; What a wonderful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leave Allie in the arena when I open the gate to bring Bonita in.&amp;nbsp; Bonita was the quiet one, so light to ride.&amp;nbsp; She seems a little grumpy tonight (and I hesitaite to put human emotions to a horse, because it's not the same.&amp;nbsp; But something is a little different with her).&amp;nbsp; I rub her a little, but didn't ask her to move her hindquarters before I saddle.&amp;nbsp; She just doesn't seem as quiet as I saddle, and I make sure to ask her to move her hindquarters after I saddle.&amp;nbsp; Still not quite right, I took her off the line and ask her to move away as I free lunge her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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She went off willingly, and wanted to crow hop a little as she went in to a little canter.&amp;nbsp; As I sent her away from me, Allie went with her.&amp;nbsp; Bonita loped off but Allie came back to me.&amp;nbsp; At one point, Allie came trotting up faster than I think she needed to, and as I put up a hand, she stopped right in front of me, actually in front of my raised hand, and I rubbed her forhead.&amp;nbsp; What a good girl.&amp;nbsp; She wants to be with me!&amp;nbsp; That is a good feeling!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bonita, on the other hand, has decided to stay away.&amp;nbsp; Stopping by not turning towards me.&amp;nbsp; So I keep sending her away, until she turns to me.&amp;nbsp; It was funny to send her away, or turn away from her, and Allie is right behind me, so I rub her between her eyes, and turn back to Bonita.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bonita has decided to turn towards me, and I walk to her, rub her between the eyes, and walk away.&amp;nbsp; She follows.&amp;nbsp; I attach the lead and ask her to move her hindquarters both directions.&amp;nbsp; She does.&amp;nbsp; Time to ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is light and responsive, and moving out.&amp;nbsp; I had to tell her we were done, as she would keep trotting and going.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also ask her to come over the platform.&amp;nbsp; She hesitates a little also, but comes. &lt;br /&gt;
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I told Tom that I think this is different from Quarter Horses. If the QH didn't want to do this, they would pull back and argue, and you would need to spend time teaching them and showing them that this is ok.&amp;nbsp; These 2 arab mares hesitated, I relaxed but held the rein with a give and take, and they walked right over.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm enjoying these 2 girls.&amp;nbsp; They are going to teach me my next stage of horsemanship.&amp;nbsp; That is one of finesse.&amp;nbsp; They along with Shaggy, and Savannah, and Duke, and Duster, and Honey, and Dove and Fawn.&amp;nbsp; And I'll fine tune everything with Starlet, who I know so well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess that means all horses will teach you something, no matter what their age is and no matter where you are at in your journey.&lt;br /&gt;
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Riding done.&amp;nbsp; Chores done.&amp;nbsp; Time to sit outside with a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
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And while I was on the lounge chair, drinking my coffee, I heard the doves, which I love.&amp;nbsp; The cooler temps were refreshing, almost a little chilly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked around, seeing all the new flowers that are blooming.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The rose bush that was ablaze with blooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hostas are loving the wet weather.&lt;br /&gt;
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The perennials are loving this weather!&lt;br /&gt;
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So many different shades of green.&lt;br /&gt;
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6 year old Allie&lt;/div&gt;
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5 year old Bonita﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm excited to start my open CTR and endurance rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-6034542094264871498?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/IEwzocHx5V0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6034542094264871498/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=6034542094264871498&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/6034542094264871498?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/6034542094264871498?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/IEwzocHx5V0/my-2-rushcreek-arabians.html" title="My 2 Rushcreek Arabians" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IG3eDPNxLSg/T5as7yVEU7I/AAAAAAAAGis/2x6J1K9cg2E/s72-c/Brenda+with+Allie+and+Bonita.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-2-rushcreek-arabians.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8HQXs6cCp7ImA9WhVXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-6153598290543575213</id><published>2012-04-18T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T13:47:10.518-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-18T13:47:10.518-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tyler" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday" /><title>Tyler's 1st Birthday Party</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler's 1st Birthday Party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTQ7lXS5XYE/T48AMmYoOlI/AAAAAAAAGgM/yvetOuifmSU/s1600/IMG_1686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTQ7lXS5XYE/T48AMmYoOlI/AAAAAAAAGgM/yvetOuifmSU/s400/IMG_1686.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has a train cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQIM6YSMZEE/T48Aiklq80I/AAAAAAAAGgU/2bMK8yw2-Co/s1600/IMG_1637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQIM6YSMZEE/T48Aiklq80I/AAAAAAAAGgU/2bMK8yw2-Co/s400/IMG_1637.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with his own engine cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RctYCEOESnI/T48AuWkq6DI/AAAAAAAAGgc/CgDSXHC-BuE/s1600/IMG_1636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RctYCEOESnI/T48AuWkq6DI/AAAAAAAAGgc/CgDSXHC-BuE/s400/IMG_1636.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tyler is standing when holding on to something, but not quite walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Brother Caden gets to help open presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hOFzak7bbs/T48BHyRRvUI/AAAAAAAAGgs/Qaj10owExF4/s1600/IMG_1648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hOFzak7bbs/T48BHyRRvUI/AAAAAAAAGgs/Qaj10owExF4/s400/IMG_1648.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyler likes his ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-fRWF_9gGk/T48BVigoPvI/AAAAAAAAGg0/lekLCNUwFm8/s1600/IMG_1649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-fRWF_9gGk/T48BVigoPvI/AAAAAAAAGg0/lekLCNUwFm8/s400/IMG_1649.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the younger cousins enjoy playing with the toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cousins are watching&amp;nbsp; Tyler with his presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"What do you think, Uncle Micah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the balls the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time for family photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time to blow out the candle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yZi71Lqk9T4/T48FhRuecXI/AAAAAAAAGhU/ynU3W9sFfu8/s1600/IMG_1672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yZi71Lqk9T4/T48FhRuecXI/AAAAAAAAGhU/ynU3W9sFfu8/s400/IMG_1672.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;Do you mean I can eat this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PxUkZan9X-I/T48HUg9t-xI/AAAAAAAAGhs/ru_IdyjH5ig/s1600/IMG_1674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PxUkZan9X-I/T48HUg9t-xI/AAAAAAAAGhs/ru_IdyjH5ig/s320/IMG_1674.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;This looks yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3nzpC7YzHyk/T48HiN0n_lI/AAAAAAAAGh0/gK3YzPwtc2s/s1600/IMG_1675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3nzpC7YzHyk/T48HiN0n_lI/AAAAAAAAGh0/gK3YzPwtc2s/s400/IMG_1675.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Are you sure I can eat this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cB6H0w7hVGk/T48HwDpNQZI/AAAAAAAAGh8/0wJx5a99Lmk/s1600/IMG_1676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cB6H0w7hVGk/T48HwDpNQZI/AAAAAAAAGh8/0wJx5a99Lmk/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm having so much fun!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peek a Boo or ham-ing it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm getting full!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"ok, I'm done."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Tyler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love you, bunches and bunches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Pop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara and Makenzie wanted to get Chick out to ride.&amp;nbsp; Caden spent the night, so he wanted to ride, too!&amp;nbsp; This would be the first time that Caden would actually ride, not just sit on the horse!&amp;nbsp; He was excited to help groom and saddle!&amp;nbsp; (Thank you, Traci, for having him brush Bob!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;They are waiting at the railing with Pop!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara warmed up Chick. (Oops, we forgot to bring her helmet out!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Caden has his first long ride!&amp;nbsp; He even trotted and loped a little!&lt;br /&gt;
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Makenzie wasn't happy waiting, but I told her that it was Caden's very first ride and she gets to ride all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Caden was all smiles!&amp;nbsp; He ia already a naturally relaxed rider!&lt;br /&gt;
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Makenzie is riding too!&lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn't long before she was giggling!&lt;br /&gt;
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Makenzie even rode Chick by herself and rode in circles. Quite a horse woman at 3 years old!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grandma just had to get on Chick with Makenzie for 1 picture!&amp;nbsp; (Sorry I didn't have my helmet!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Caden picked out Easter Bunny ears for himself and Makenzie.&amp;nbsp; The grown ups laughed but the kids thought they were fun!&lt;br /&gt;
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Tyler gets to try on both of them!&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids love playing in the yard!&lt;br /&gt;
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and "baby Tyler" just smiles and keeps on crawling to the next toy!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;starting to review and practice the Centered Riding Book 1 Exercises, one exercise&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Chapter 2 Exercises:&amp;nbsp; Pretend you are a horse.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The rider gets down on all fours and has someone&lt;br /&gt;
rub, squeeze or massage your back as you stand and walk.&amp;nbsp; How do you think the horse feels?&lt;br /&gt;
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Chapter 3 was a review of the Four Basics, Eyes, Breathing, Centering and&lt;br /&gt;
Building Blocks and a few exercises of each basic.  More on that tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Chapter 4 Exercises:  Learning and the Brain. &amp;nbsp;Use your hard eyes and left brain to think through the exercise/pattern/what to do and use Soft Eyes and right brain to feel the ride.&amp;nbsp; Learn to ride with one brain then the other brain. Don't dwell on one problem.&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Your body will respond will less effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Chapter 5 Anatomy Exercises.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Find the hip joint by lifting your knee up and down while searching for the&lt;br /&gt;
bend with your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;
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*** You can rotate the thigh using a lot of muscle and tension OR you can use&lt;br /&gt;
soft eyes, play the internal videotape and see the greater trochanter move&lt;br /&gt;
"forward" through the muscles. Use SOFT EYES and see the motion inwardly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I find that anytime I ride, I exercise the hip joint! This helps me to be more&lt;br /&gt;
flexible in my riding. This keeps my hip joint from "catching" or "cramping". &lt;br /&gt;
I start out by doing simple leg exercises, just rotate the ankle and lift it up&lt;br /&gt;
an down. Swing my lower leg up and down at the knee. March in place starts to&lt;br /&gt;
relax the hip joint. Then I swing the leg, back and forth, from the hip, and&lt;br /&gt;
not bending the knee. I can't swing the whole let too far, but even a couple of&lt;br /&gt;
inches will start to get the hip joint released and working.&lt;br /&gt;
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As always, do a little at a time, and only what you can do so you don't get sore&lt;br /&gt;
muscle.&lt;br /&gt;
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The review of this part of the chapter is on my chat, Horses Are Our Lives.  Click on the link below to join.  Read along and/or discuss this and other books with me.  I'll soon be back to talking about riding and training tips, health issues, grooming, feed and nutrition, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Join the Horses Are Our Lives Chat Group to learn more of the exercises at:&lt;br /&gt;
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Brenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-8061166884450679271?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/p23YRo5n2L8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8061166884450679271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=8061166884450679271&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8061166884450679271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/8061166884450679271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/p23YRo5n2L8/centered-riding-book-1-exercises.html" title="Centered Riding Book 1 Exercises" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkGp3RyiSJU/T4WdC67U-ZI/AAAAAAAAGdM/r0ji9I6Spxo/s72-c/CR+Book+1+logo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/04/centered-riding-book-1-exercises.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDQHw8fCp7ImA9WhVQGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-995466622681001466</id><published>2012-04-08T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-08T22:02:51.274-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-08T22:02:51.274-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tyler" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caden" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Easter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Happy Easter</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Blog 357:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Easter Reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Holidays are a joyous time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Church has a special meaning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is a time to be at peace, to pray, to think, to relax, and to enjoy the fellowship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The scriptures tell us the story of Jesus’ death and resurrection.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, different scriptures tell us a subtly different version.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But the meaning is the same.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He died so we could be saved.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a good feeling to be in church today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a good feeling to be greeted by people who we haven’t seen for a while.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is a good feeling to have people tell us that they were glad to see us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The greetings were heart-felt ad sincere.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have been missing this in our lives and now I feel that it’s time to have it again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s time to be part of our church family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today we enjoyed Easter with Micah, Jacob, Amber, Caden and Tyler.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Next weekend, we continue our family celebration when Sara, Jake and Makenzie come home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sara, Jake and Makenzie,&amp;nbsp;we miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today has been a busy day, and my plans of spending all afternoon  outside,&lt;br /&gt;
spending time with more than 1 horse, isn't going to  happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just got home from running to town, sending packages through  the mail and UPS&lt;br /&gt;
to customers, going to the bank and for groceries, and  getting a surprise ice&lt;br /&gt;
cream cake for Tom's birthday tomorrow. Shhhh, don't  tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have just seem frazzled this week, with "needing" to get some  paperwork done,&lt;br /&gt;
and some that still isn't done. I need to study for my CDL  and that is just&lt;br /&gt;
going to wait until a little bit tomorrow or Monday. I did  clean bathrooms. &lt;br /&gt;
The floor dusting mop is sitting out. That will help  later.... or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just feel like a need to sit a moment and think  about Good Friday, and what&lt;br /&gt;
our Lord has done for me, for my family, for all  of us. Sometimes, Good Friday&lt;br /&gt;
makes me sad for all that Jesus had to go  through. Most of the time, I feel&lt;br /&gt;
glad for God's plan for us. As today  passes, I look forward to the joy we feel&lt;br /&gt;
on Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't  have that desire to spend time with 3 or 4 horses, and trying to get  the&lt;br /&gt;
miles in that I had planned. I need to pull Shaggy out and just go  ride,&lt;br /&gt;
thinking about everything and thinking about nothing. Time to enjoy  riding,&lt;br /&gt;
without being so busy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now the plan has changed  to looking at the time, getting and hour and 1/2 or so&lt;br /&gt;
ride in, chores, and  being back inside by 6 or so. Time to grab a relaxing cup&lt;br /&gt;
of  coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And BREATHE! Let those Centered Riding concepts come into your  daily life. &lt;br /&gt;
Center yourself and draw peace from that.&lt;br /&gt;
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First he watches Pop cut branches.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then he holds the gate open.&amp;nbsp; Actually, he likes to twist the chain around, but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;
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Caden stands back while Pop is making smoke,&lt;br /&gt;
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The tree line is cleaned up. Until the next store anyways.&amp;nbsp; But it sure looks pretty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pop surprises Caden with a cowboy hat he found!&amp;nbsp; He looks pretty snazzy.&amp;nbsp; My newest cowboy!&amp;nbsp; Looks just like he daddy did!&lt;br /&gt;
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There even seems to be some hair growing back, or coming in.&lt;br /&gt;
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And he looks like he is finally shedding out, so he won't be hot and itchy!&lt;br /&gt;
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We've had extremely warm days and the horses haven't totally shed.&amp;nbsp; I had rinsed him Friday before going to my&amp;nbsp;Western Dressage Group lesson.&amp;nbsp; Saturday, I rode Savannah&amp;nbsp;since I was riding the fields with friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tom had actually caught Shaggy for me while I was getting another horse out, but decided to change horses.&amp;nbsp; We would have noticed this Saturday or at feed time.&lt;br /&gt;
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It looks like Shaggy laid down late Saturday or Sunday morning and rolled to get some loose hair off.   I only have a dry lot here with limited grass, and I think the dirt clumps stuck to the loose hair, and since the loose hair isn't entirely loose, it pulled all his hair off!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I've never had a horse do this.   This looks so sore.  I'm treating it with a product like Vetricyn, which sprays on and turns into a gel.  I also have Microtek spray for skin problems and fast healing.  I sure hope this starts to grow hair soon, and not white hair.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've heard where you can rub bacon grease on areas and hair won't come in white.  What do you think? I sure don't want this area to be white.  But, first, I just want him to heal.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm just glad that today is windy and the flies that are starting to come are blown away.&amp;nbsp; The gel is also keeping flies off of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-4855469278952990628?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/lowHJ_OKqks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4855469278952990628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=4855469278952990628&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4855469278952990628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/4855469278952990628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/lowHJ_OKqks/shaggys-side.html" title="Shaggy's Side" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NizB8tk2c4A/T3DJMxAdODI/AAAAAAAAGV0/2iXpcGj0T3U/s72-c/IMG_1340.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/03/shaggys-side.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINQns-fyp7ImA9WhVRF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-8268020220987086250</id><published>2012-03-26T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T13:29:53.557-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-26T13:29:53.557-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Robins" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flowers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birds" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><title>Signs of Spring</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week, spring was popping up everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe the difference today.&amp;nbsp; Here are pics a week ago Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I'll post what it looks like now, in just a week!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe how many 70 and 80 degree days we are having.&amp;nbsp; We are blooming early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've been seeing Robins for a long time now.&amp;nbsp; I understand some may never leave the area over the winter, but I don't usually see Robins until mid-March, not in Jan and Feb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was Hubby and my 31st Anniversary!&amp;nbsp; He left me a lovely card. He sent me a text message and left a message on my cell phone, singing to&amp;nbsp;me ... "Happy Anniversary to you, Happy Anniversary to me,&amp;nbsp; Happy Anniversary to us, and now I better go!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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I called him to wish him a Happy Anniversary and asked if he wanted to meet me for dinner.&amp;nbsp; He said he was going to cook me a steak dinner and fix salad as a surprise, but that could wait a day, and we could go out and enjoy a meal.&amp;nbsp; He had even picked up a good bottle of Merlot.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had gone shopping and found a perfect card for him.&amp;nbsp; The first one I found, and it said, I Believe, and part of the message said... "because you are the best thing that has happened to me!"&amp;nbsp; I had to laugh, as &lt;br /&gt;
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I've been wanting a hair cut and style, so I walked in to the first place, and they had an opening.&amp;nbsp; 5" shorter and layered, I feel lighter.&lt;br /&gt;
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I met Hubby at The Steak House and surprised him with my hair cut.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't look that different, but now has a style!&amp;nbsp; I gave him my card.&amp;nbsp; We sometimes don't do cards, so this was a nice surprise for him, too.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had a delicious steak dinner, toss salad, and baked potato with the toppings!&amp;nbsp; I had a strip steak smothered in mushrooms and he had one smothered with fried onions.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to dinner early enough that we had the room almost to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; That was so relaxing to sit and talk, without the distraction of other people around us.&lt;br /&gt;
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What a lovely evening!&lt;br /&gt;
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You can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spring is here.&amp;nbsp; Birds were chirping as soon as the sun started coming up this morning.&amp;nbsp; We had a little rain yesterday, but today is&amp;nbsp;a day of a steady, light rain.&amp;nbsp; We started getting green grass last week, the buds were starting to form and open this past weekend, and I saw a few flowers.&amp;nbsp;With today's rain, I'm sure everything will be sprouting and getting greener. &amp;nbsp;Geese have long left the area.&amp;nbsp; Winter is officially over today, at least on paper.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some history about when the first day of spring is every year:&lt;br /&gt;
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The March equinox occurs the moment the sun crosses the celestial equator – the imaginary line in the sky above the Earth’s equator – from south to north. This happens either on March 19, 20 or 21 every year. On any other day of the year, the Earth's axis tilts a little away from or towards the Sun. But on the two equinoxes, the Earth's axis neither tilts away from nor towards the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is the spring or vernal equinox, with the sun shining directly on the equator, and when the day and night are each approximately 12 hours long (with the actual time of equal day and night, in the Northern Hemisphere, occurring a few days before the vernal equinox). The Sun crosses the celestial equator going northward; it rises exactly due east and sets exactly due west.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are also the&amp;nbsp;summer solstice, which is the longest day of the year, and&amp;nbsp;the Sun reaches its most northern point in the sky at local noon. After this date, the days start getting shorter.&lt;br /&gt;
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During fall, or autumnal equinox,&amp;nbsp;day and night are each about 12 hours long (with the actual time of equal day and night, in the Northern Hemisphere, occurring a few days after the autumnal equinox). The Sun crosses the celestial equator going southward; it rises exactly due east and sets exactly due west. &lt;br /&gt;
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And&amp;nbsp;winter solstice is the shortest day of the year, when the Sun reaches its most southern point in the sky at local noon. After this date, the days start getting longer.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't get photos of trimming apple trees and picking up sticks, because I was riding.&amp;nbsp; But here are the end of the afternoon photos.&amp;nbsp; Pop sat next to Caden to talk about their day, and to pose for me!&lt;br /&gt;
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Last Friday evening was the first Western Dressage group lesson. There were only 3 of us, Sandy,  Virginia and me. This was actually an extra group lesson, as most of the riders will come this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had a great time, learning to keep the horse traveling  correctly in the bend of the circle. We parctice "threading the needle"  exercise, moving along the rail, riding a circle, going straight, then doing  a half circle, riding the rail the opposite direction, doing a circle, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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The horses were  responding, giving at the jaw, stretching down into the bit, strengthening  the neck, learning to lean on the bit. The basics of dressage. Small  steps.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had an individual Dressage lesson last Tuesday with Shaggy, a few days before the group lesson.&amp;nbsp; My third dressage lesson ever and my first with Dara.&amp;nbsp; She is a wonderful, kind instructor who teaches in a coaching atmosphere.&amp;nbsp; She explains what to do clearly, she tells you the moment she sees a response in the horse, and when something is confusing, she explains it another way.&amp;nbsp; She shows exercises that will help a horse to build up his topline.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Relaxed Tension" was one way for her to explain how much contact needs to stay on the reins.&amp;nbsp; I hold with contact, and that is where the change in me is starting.&amp;nbsp; I hold with a give and take with following hands and elbows.&amp;nbsp; Dara is teaching that at first, really give so the horse feels no contact when the horse gives.&amp;nbsp; Yet, there needs to be tension on the reins at other times so the horse knows to go into the bit and search for the bit, not quite leaning on it but feeling it.&amp;nbsp; So much a fine line to teach the horse where to go and to teach the rider how much or how little to hold.&amp;nbsp; I will try to explain this more as I learn the steps.&amp;nbsp; Letting totally go when the horse gives, to maintaining some contact, to eventually have the horse carry the bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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For now, Shaggy is a fast learning.&amp;nbsp; We worked on keeping the bend in the circle, leg yielding out, then circling.&amp;nbsp; He picked up on this and stays in the bend.&amp;nbsp; Then we worked on having a slight bend, while traveling straight, and asking for a leg yield out. This is a little more difficult for him to give the ever so slight bend and maintain traveling straight.&amp;nbsp;He would start to travel&amp;nbsp;at a faster trot, and I would half halt, with my inside thigh and my seat, and bring him down to a slower trot.&amp;nbsp; Other times, we would come down to a&amp;nbsp;walk or a halt when he becomes anxious and wants to travel faster.&amp;nbsp;We will work on this a little each day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shaggy worked hard on Friday.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think we were working too hard, and it wasn't even an hour, when he decided he was done.&amp;nbsp; He showed a little frustration, then decided to go faster into a canter to complete his exercise.&amp;nbsp; I slowed him down to a walk, left him relax, and we completed one more exercise, then we were down.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to get him back to a working, relaxed mind, do a simple job, then walk off relaxed to tell him he was done.&lt;br /&gt;
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He settled down and hung his neck out on a very relaxed long rein.&amp;nbsp; We ended the moment on a good note.&lt;br /&gt;
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You MUST get this book. I sat down tonight (really, I did), after chores,  with&lt;br /&gt;
an ice tea, and outside on the lounge chair. I thought, ok... I'll read  the&lt;br /&gt;
book cover and intro to see what this book is about. An hour later, I did  NOT&lt;br /&gt;
want to put the book down. The first chapter even had me leafing through  the&lt;br /&gt;
book to check out the other chapters. I especially checked out the chapter  on&lt;br /&gt;
personal characteristics! LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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"How good can you really be? It's up  to you and your choices?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you going for what you want? Find the  riding sport that is right for you. &lt;br /&gt;
Life circumstances get in the way, what  is your support team like, how does your&lt;br /&gt;
riding body feel, are you searching  for more horse knowledge, is your horse the&lt;br /&gt;
right horse for what you want to  do,&lt;br /&gt;
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There are 9 character traits of a successful rider.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is a  nuts and bolts book. Real Life. Tell it how it is. It sounds very&lt;br /&gt;
familiar to  how I used to be, and somewhere along the way, I've lost something. &lt;br /&gt;
This is  what the book makes me think, already! I need to get back to my true&lt;br /&gt;
self,  how I really am, and go for what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am anxious to read more  tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you reading this book now, or have read it? What do you  think about the&lt;br /&gt;
into and the first chapter?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you want to join in on my chat, &lt;a href="http://sports.groups.yahoo.com/group/horsesareourlives/message/3740"&gt;Horses Are Our Lives&lt;/a&gt;, request an invite on the chat or at:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="mailto:messickquarterhorses@yahoo.com"&gt;messickquarterhorses@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Brenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-2478651329801808170?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/Qvqf4nOBzw0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2478651329801808170/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=2478651329801808170&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/2478651329801808170?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/2478651329801808170?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/Qvqf4nOBzw0/how-good-riders-get-good.html" title="How Good Riders Get Good" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-good-riders-get-good.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEAQHsycSp7ImA9WhVREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-3090300349665832817</id><published>2012-03-14T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T13:10:41.599-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-19T13:10:41.599-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Western Dressage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shaggy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dressage" /><title>Dressage Lesson</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umFOnu86_N0/T2d19Cq-XTI/AAAAAAAAGS0/DNnEP5u_gMA/s1600/IMG_0315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umFOnu86_N0/T2d19Cq-XTI/AAAAAAAAGS0/DNnEP5u_gMA/s640/IMG_0315.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I had my first dressage lesson yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After taking Monday off, and feeling jet lag most of that day after the Horse Fair, I was ready to ride.&amp;nbsp; It had been 6 days since I rode Shaggy, with all the time to set up and tear down the vendor booth, then unpack at home.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was my first dressage lesson with Dara.&amp;nbsp; I have had only 2 previous dressage lessons, and that was early last fall.&amp;nbsp; I told Dara I was a blank slate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I ride the trails and ride in competitive trail rides.&amp;nbsp; Dressage is about training and correct movement.&lt;br /&gt;
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We worked on Shaggy softening in the jaw.&amp;nbsp; We worked on bending correctly while walking and trotting a circle.&amp;nbsp; We worked on leg yielding out before transitions.&amp;nbsp; And we worked on positive pressure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Shaggy needs to learn to lean into the bit without leaning on me.&amp;nbsp; That's a fine line between too heavy and not enough pressure.&amp;nbsp; I'm learning the language and more will come with each lesson.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a group dressage lesson Friday and hope to be able to clarify this info!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-3090300349665832817?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/RVBUV6HWqBo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3090300349665832817/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=3090300349665832817&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/3090300349665832817?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/3090300349665832817?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/RVBUV6HWqBo/dressage-lesson.html" title="Dressage Lesson" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umFOnu86_N0/T2d19Cq-XTI/AAAAAAAAGS0/DNnEP5u_gMA/s72-c/IMG_0315.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/03/dressage-lesson.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUBQ3w-cCp7ImA9WhVSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755295319011610690.post-1259804853337862139</id><published>2012-03-11T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-11T13:24:12.258-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-11T13:24:12.258-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daylight Savings Time" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><title>Spring Ahead</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFhG45y5ocOZ9acr4qL_JZsWsEZjsQlBXP3L7-S2UKjIFhASgr" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="uh_hi" data-height="192" data-width="256" height="300" id="rg_hi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFhG45y5ocOZ9acr4qL_JZsWsEZjsQlBXP3L7-S2UKjIFhASgr" style="height: 192px; width: 256px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Why?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Daylight Saving Time allows us to use less energy in lighting our homes by taking advantage of the longer and later daylight hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is an informative article on how Daylight Savings Time got started:&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s that time of year again. Get ready to trade an hour of sleep for  an extra hour of sunshine later in the day. Welcome to daylight saving  time!&lt;br /&gt;
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At 2 a.m. on Sunday, March 11, it’s time to set your clocks ahead one  hour to account for the beginning of daylight saving time (DST).  That  means clocks will "spring ahead" from 2 a.m. to 3 a.m. in an instant,  causing everyone to lose one hour of precious beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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So where did the concept of daylight saving time come from?  Well  it’s actually still fairly new in the United States. &lt;br /&gt;
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Some credit Benjamin Franklin with coming up with the idea of Daylight Savings Time in 1784. When visiting  Paris, he couldn't figure out why it was getting so sunny so early. He  also thought that by adjusting the time, people would save on candle  costs. However, DST was not implemented until 1916, when Germany and  Britain used it as a way to conserve energy during World War I. The  United States used it in 1918, but citizens were against the idea and it was abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;
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DST came roaring back during World War II. From February 1942 until  September 1945, the United States observed the policy year-round.  However, it was abandoned again following the war after states and local  governments couldn’t agree with when DST should be implemented.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like a boxer who just won’t stay down, DST made a triumphant return  in 1966 when Congress passed the Uniform Time Act which mandated that all states opting to observe DST move their  clocks forward one hour on the last Sunday in April and one hour back  on the last Sunday in October.&lt;br /&gt;
That law was amended in 1986 to start DST on the first Sunday in  April.  The end date remained the same as the last Sunday in October.  This new system started in 1987.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well the whole system changed again in 2005. The&amp;nbsp;Energy Policy Act of 2005&amp;nbsp;extended daylight saving time in the United  States another four weeks.  Now DST begins on the second Sunday in March  and ends on the first Sunday in November.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was done in hopes of saving money on energy bills by making the  day longer, earlier in the year. However, Congress retains the right to  revert back to the 1986 law should the change prove unpopular or if  energy savings are not significant enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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So now you know why we “spring ahead” in March and “fall back” in  November every year with our clocks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another fun fact is that the time change will precede the first day  of spring and the vernal equinox this year, which is set to take place at 1:14 am on March 20th.&lt;br /&gt;
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So remember, on Sunday, March 11, at 2 a.m., set those clocks ahead  one hour. And then you have until Nov. 4 to adjust to the time change.  Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1755295319011610690-1259804853337862139?l=myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~4/aJzGCYuGMUw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1259804853337862139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1755295319011610690&amp;postID=1259804853337862139&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/1259804853337862139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1755295319011610690/posts/default/1259804853337862139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HorsesAreOurLives/~3/aJzGCYuGMUw/spring-ahead.html" title="Spring Ahead" /><author><name>Horses Are Our Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982276279029143883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLuDnpVo1mY/Two48sYBe6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/3T9lpUE90e0/s220/IMG_0324%2Bcrop.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myblog-horsesareourlives.blogspot.com/2012/03/spring-ahead.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

