Handling youngster today. Three years old. Tall and skinny. Kind of calm in her nature but I could feel her aliveness and youth. Picking up her feet in my hands, strong front legs, sure and easy. Back legs not so easy, finding her balance on three legs, thinking of pulling them away from me…

All that raw potential inside of her. I wonder where we’ll go together, how much she will learn and be able to join with me in the work… beautiful… and I look at her, she knows nothing as far as being ridden is concerned and I gulp at the vastness of the amount of time and work we have to put into making a great riding horse… hell it’s a massive commitment, especially to make something truly fabulous and reliable and soft…

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