10/09/2024
It’s Simple…
Picture this: there I am, dusty hat, muddy jeans, still wearing my spurs (I didn’t feel like wrestling off the heel strap I’d rigged too tight) walking into the riding school of Bückeburg. My spurs clicked the polished concrete walkways and sent ringing sounds down the corridors. The other tourists thought I looked pretty funny. I’ll admit, I thought I looked pretty funny. The feeling went away when we were welcomed by Diana, the most well-educated equestrian I’ve even met. In a moment I went from feeling out-of-place to feeling like a welcomed guest in “just another barn”. We went through the stables where people shyly looked through the gates at the horses and she swung the doors open to show off their prized ponies. She told stories, we laughed, I was green with envy at their little library holding 500 years of knowledge that was inaccessible to me simply because I don’t speak German. I was like a kid in a candy shop, but soon it became overwhelming. What was I even doing there? This was no place for a guy like me.
Watching her father work on a few horses, still feeling awestruck at the rich history and precise methods of horsemanship, I felt like I didn’t have much to offer. I was resigned to the role of “enthusiastic student” and forgot myself in the process. I wasn’t a “trainer” or “cowboy” or any other thing I’ve called myself or other people have called me, I was plain insecure. One passing comment brought me back to reality.
I said to Diana something like, “It’d be great to get my horses moving like that, but I wouldn’t even know where to start.” She didn’t even look away from the demonstration, just tightened her brow and said, “It’s simple. Just like anything, reward the good, ignore the bad.” I doubt she even remembers saying it…
I’ve said it many times in many ways. I’ve told students, “don’t worry about making the wrong thing difficult, just make the right thing easy.” Or “the grass is greenest where you water it, don’t water the weeds.” Or simply “ignore the ‘mistakes’ and just reward the success.” It’s a simple mentality that good horse people share. I think it makes all the difference between good horsemanship and bad horsemanship. In order to practice that mentality, you have to truly understand the reality of the situation. The reality is often that you’re working with an animal that doesn’t speak your language, and you’re trying to level with it to reach a common goal. If they don’t reach that goal, it’s only because it wasn’t communicated properly. Not because of some vindictive conspiracy by the horse that deserves a swift punishment.
And with that statement, I was no longer caught in my insecurities at not being trained in some fancy lineage. I couldn’t bash myself for never having the opportunity to see something like that before. While they have their practice and I have mine, we were equals in our passion for a greater understanding of our horses and the reality we share with them. I felt again like a welcomed guest because it really was “just another barn”. Complete with the same problems that any place has being too close to town, bad entryways for hay trucks and the constant battle of keeping stalls mucked… It just happened to be in a castle in some far off land.
Yet at the same time, we were as far from equals as possible! For Christ’s sake she’s a Ph.D in equine science and a member of their historical society. I’m just a guy from California that learned a thing or two about horses and cattle. I might be a little handier with a rope than her, but she could probably train and command an entire cavalry division if need be. It’s no use comparing. So let it all be true. Don’t compare yourself to your neighbor or your trainer or someone you see on TV, just look for what’s real and not for what you’ve made up in your mind.
I can’t wait until I have the chance to visit again and hopefully learn more from their wonderful lineage. Visiting for a short moment gave me great inspiration for my horses at home.