
25/04/2025
INNOCENCE LOST.
It started simply. Brutality arrived wearing an innocuous guise. Aggression- initially -reflected your own innocence back at you. It looked you calmly in the eye. It spoke softly. It took you by the elbow. It was a trusted mentor, teacher, instructor who told you, pointedly, that you were Too Soft With That Horse.
Which was confusing. Because at the top of the mastery chain, when you had a chance to glance at the work of the greatest horse people we know, those horse people were... soft. Doing almost nothing.
But not here. Not for you, you were told. Brutality arrived bearing gifts you didn't ask for or knew you wanted. It told you that you were confused. Not good enough. Too soft. Too feminine. Too...
A reckoning with your inner child began. The part of you that is beyond thoughts, beyond feelings, your awareness of your awareness is the part of you that is the most YOU, the part of you that nobody can touch. This most protected part of you revisited your inner child. The inner child that loved horses, and wanted to do things with horses, kindly.
You compared that inner child to the adult you, standing now in front of a figure of perceived authority with horses. And that authority was working very hard to make sure you were not confused about their message. Their confident message was that YOU were confused and confusing and that your softness could kill you with a horse.
Your inner child had no argument here. Because growing up, it's possible, you were thrown to the wolves. Sink or swim. A juvenile facing adult issues and emotional taxes you didn't owe and should never have to pay. Your upbringing was without a nurturing love, and you turned out fine. So, what this adult authority figure was telling you appears now true. Softness could kill you. Because kindness is confusing. The only thing that works in this world is some form of brutality. Some form of force field around you at all times. The only way to connect is to lead with armour on. And never hesitate to take up the sword, especially to those closest to you. So, if a horse tries getting close to you, take up the sword. This world is not built for nurturing care (they told you over and over). That is a saccharine fantasy and P.S. you will definitely be socially ridiculed if you try, which is the only absolute truth in their statement. You will be ridiculed. Look to your left, look to your right. 99% of these people are in the same boat. The boat of not knowing deep, true, foundational care. And we turned out fine. (?)
And the saddest part about this everyone, all of the above is true. This authority figure is 99% correct. With the caveat that they are correct from their perspective. Of course kindness kills if you have never known kindness nor been educated to it. Of course softness is confusing if you were raised by harshness and forced by rage in its various forms. Of course.
They are correct- from their perspective. They are not telling you anything about you. When they tell you your kindness kills you they are really telling you about themselves. And they deserve our understanding and compassion.
They are between a rock and a hard place. And they are probably complicit now as adults, in upholding the creation of that rock and the importance of the hard place.
Strip them of their Rock-Hardplace approach to horsemanship and their nervous system descends into a frenzy. They are often quick to become all nervous, and no system.
So they are correct, from their perspective.
Because kindness requires rigorous practice and education. If you were never taught that there is a difference between your body and someone else's body, you will not be able to teach that to a horse who behaviourally and emotionally bleeds into your personal space regularly... WITHOUT getting violent somehow. It won't be enough to succinctly and precisely adjust where the horse is standing, you'll need to Tug-Tug-Tug on that halter, Swing-Swing-Swing that rope, Tap-Tap-Tap with the stick and then, be sure that the horse is intimidated enough about being close to you that they are unlikely to step in again.
This is not leadership.
This is leaderless emergency handling.
This is chaos. This is a person who has never been taught precise inter-personal boundaries.
But then again, I might be totally wrong about that.
But my experiences have tracked with the above with such a ferocious accuracy that I can smell it coming before it walks into the arena.
Like feeling their energy before they come into the room, hearing their heartbeat. They do not know where their body ends and another body begins. They think they know about connection but the way they communicate to others tells another story. They attach. They morph, shape shift, bleed into and co-depend. That is not connection. And manipulation is not clear communication and nor is intimidation through a level of physical pressure that belies your belief and ability that more can and will be used for any reason at all if YOU feel threatened. Am I talking about the people or the horses now. Or both?
So, the alternative?
Educate. Educate. Educate. Make mistakes. Try again. Lay the weapons down and listen to the truth about the space around you. Do others respect it? Have you been proactive?
Have you shown others- horse and human- exactly how to behave in your vicinity? And should others make a mistake, do you address their wrong behaviour as a mistake of action, or a failure of their character?
It is not a character flaw of a horse to make an accident in their use of your personal space. So, correcting the horse like they are a bad horse tells everyone around you that it is actually YOU who lacks boundaries. Not the horse. You do not know how to not project your hurt feelings onto others. You make others accountable for your lack of decision about what happens around you. This is not something the horse needs to pay a debt on your behalf for.
And no, doing the same kind of action towards the horse and dressing it in soft language is not the kind of evolution I am here for either.
I would rather hear bald, dry language to describe true kind interpersonal intelligence, than flowery, manipulative language describing physical acts of violence of varying degrees. Some of the kindest people I know speak directly to the point, some of the meanest people I met in years past had the best, the best manners imaginable.
First, let us admit where innocence was lost. Someone, somewhere luring us away from our body and its senses.
Second, let us reclaim the truth of our bodies. Know where you are in space, breathe into your low back and occupy it without apology.
Third, say No, Thank You. To anyone who attempts to talk you out of your kindness, your love, your softness.
Fourth, educate your horses, and others, how to be around you.
That is innocence reclaimed.