FINDING CONNECTION
By Tom Gumbrecht
Originally published
in Horse Directory, August 2016
My horses are pleasure horses; being in their company gives
me pleasure. There was a time when riding was everything, at first casual and
then in local competitions. I may not have yet realized it but the picture I
was attempting to paint was one of the human-horse relationship; combined
training and jumpers were my medium. While I enjoyed the ribbons and still have
a few hanging up, the real payoff for me was how completion validated the
strength of our partnership and the effectiveness of our communication.
The author with Bella, who was once considered aloof. |
For better or worse, it seemed that the tightest bonds were
created when I was caring for a horse that was ill or injured. I was actually
able to feel an intense level of trust developing through the heightened level
of daily handling involved in their care. It was that soul connection between
friends of different species that I had sought; competition had been one means
to that end, but it was becoming evident that it was not the only means.
Bella was not my horse, but I was always responsible for
her. She belongs to Samantha, who had multiple successful seasons in jumpers
with her when she was home in high school. Bella was a very talented horse, but
she was a hot blooded Arabian mare who was concerned about everything. Samantha
was one of only a few people who could ride her in competition effectively.
They were both accepted at a prestigious Midwest horsey college, and Bella
never really fit into their program. While the school touted the qualifications
of their trainers, the reality was that these big name trainers only worked
with the top human and equine athletes. The overwhelming majority was taught by
other students, who in this case were well-meaning but inexperienced in dealing with a horse like
Bella. She became confused and seemed to be losing her spirit. I ended up
bringing her back home before her fourth semester was finished, with a
mysterious lameness that no one seemed to be able to pinpoint.
Bella had been the most aloof of all of our horses, and
often resisted human attempts to show
The author learns that Bella's trust needs to be earned and cannot be rushed. |
In the time that has passed since then, Bella retired from
jumpers, but shockingly for such a hot blooded mare, became a rock solid trail
mount; I could see the attentiveness in her ears and feel her confidence
through reins and seat. She has had issues that sometimes affected her
soundness, and at those times required a more intensive regimen of care than
normal. As I have now grown to expect, during those times we have become
noticeably closer. Recently she has had a few different issues which required a
good bit of attention from me, and I actually became aware of an increased
sense of trust and gratitude radiating from her. Bella actually is a very
affectionate horse, but needs to be allowed to express it in her time and on
her terms.
Nap time with Bella. |
On a recent summer Sunday morning I lingered in the barn
aisle after my chores were completed, drinking my coffee and reading the
newspaper. I glanced up from my chair and didn't immediately see Bella, so I
stood up and then realized that she had lay down in her stall in front of the
fan and was taking a nap. I slid open her stall door to check on her and she
raised her head up, looking slightly annoyed at the intrusion.
Curious, I sat down
next to her in the stall with my back against the wall and my legs stretched
out in front of me. Her head was to my right, and to my left I kept the stall
door open in case she decided to get up and I needed to quickly get out of
her way. I made a couple of attempts to stroke her neck and each time she
pinned her ears slightly and gave a swish of her tail. So I let her be; she was
obviously not fully comfortable with the situation. I just sat there and watched
her ears come forward slowly and her eyes lose some of their intensity. I sat
still for five, then ten, and ultimately almost thirty minutes when she let out
a low groan that might have been concerning had it not been accompanied by the
lowering of her head onto my chest and her breathing her breath into mine.
Before I was even able to process what had just happened, she let out a nicker
that shocked me not only by its volume in my ear or the reverberation in my
chest, but also by being totally unexpected.
Bella did not often nicker.
Bella enjoys helping us with our farm chores. |
This horse had wanted to connect as much as I did; I needed
to find the patience to let it be her idea, to earn her trust and not attempt
to force it. My patience was rewarded with a clearer understanding of what it
is that I seek from my relationship with our horses. I seek to connect at the
heart, and once in a while if I'm ready to receive it, the gift is bestowed
upon me.