08/31/2025
So many of us are coming home from the green shavings at Louisville, or headed to the new facility at Oklahoma, with hope, excitement and long awaited anticipation.
Some know the feeling of being undefeated. Some of us never leave with a ribbon, but only the hard-earned right to compete for one on the world stage. Some of us never show.
And each of those horses, the talented, the tried and true, the exceptional, the needs a new job-horse, the bred or growing, and the retired — have another life.
Back at the barn, aging like fine wine, holding legacy in their hooves. Tears of joy and sorrow inbetween pats and hay nibbles.
Most of today’s amateur and kids horses were the makings of cover pages and advertisements one or two decades prior, or even before their rider was born.
So whether you left the arena with something or nothing, your horse knew no different.
We watched on the magnificent mile an icon reach in defense of his title, and fail, and rider dismount into retirement, with all the world to see. We watched another take 20 years to wear the roses in spectacular fashion. We saw the biggest class of first timers in the sport in a long time.
Every day, I also see the saved, the want-ad,and surrendered list eb and flow. The unspoken.
Divorce, wrong discipline, cost, incureable, ethic. Many reasons afflict the human condition. None of them are easy.
I had the pleasure to see an older mare in her twilight phase of retirement, as of recent. And even with only a 20pound toddler or 8 year old on her back, you could see her neck crest, eyes twinkle, and in her very elderly and stoic way, she set up as she has been born, bred, and led to do, no matter the arena. Alive with purpose. One Google later, and I found a victory pass picture with incredible motion. Most of her story unknown to me.
My daring toddler bolted out to greet her and tripped into her walk path this mare just held up her in-step leg so as to not crush my two foot tall baboon.
Not a skill taught, but compassion for fellow creature, or even on a thred, the complete lifetime of humans in her life who, actually, cared for her. Life is a cycle. Kindness in, kindness out.
Perhaps her most remembered win will not dress her in roses. It wont be documented on glossy ad pages, or announced in famous arenas.
It will be the victory pass of the grace of her heart, when she owed us nothing, to give us everything.
And two little children, now have fistfuls of mane in their hands, and love inspired in their hearts, for THE horse.
Something the mare will never reap the benefit, but will change the lives of these children forever.
Our children won compassion, from the heart of a horse.
May that be the gift and consideration we give our equine partners no matter the win, lose or draw.
In the eyes of your horse, they already won.
Good luck to all exhibitors headed to the and those returing from
For the love of the horse.