At 36, with two young children, I decided that Rome was stayed and went to live in the country. It was fantastic to arrive in the country could make a small path through the woods, stepping over a small stream, and led me right in the main square along an old mill. It was the Chianti, an enchanted land.
Green and the pace of rural life, for me that I was born on the sea was a novelty and absolute daily.
One of the things that fascinated me most was to see men on horseback pass. Mamma mia what I envied them. But who knows Why, I thought I was too old to learn. I was happy as a clam when my daughter asked me to join a riding course. Did not last long, ten-time classes ended his enthusiasm.
same fate a few years later did the enthusiasm of my son. Worse, only three hard lessons. (But I had paid the full package!)
Like any self-respecting mother :-))), not see the missed realize my dreams with their children, I am not a little displeased. But I did not make a story. I've never encouraged to do what they liked me (even though sometimes I hoped!)
was my luck. I played 40 years. Wow. I already felt great, too great. But the desire to try was huge. So I made this speech to teaching. Now I paid, patience, but at least give me a chance to stand once on horseback. But on one condition: I am in the morning when no one, because I am ashamed as a thief. They are all boys! And then ... horses are not even true: There are ponies. In short, I feel ridiculous.
He made a little 'stories, but he agreed.
few days later at 7 am, under a fine drizzle climbed embarrassed and terrified at Mery, a former Camargue, and used to be so good a horse to school, which was enough for her voice to say "trot", which she began trotting :-). So
... in short ... are no longer dropped and I was to continue the lessons with a group of kids ranging from 10 to 12 years :-))). I became their mascot!
Every time that I could make a small step forward enthusiastic cheering and inspire me as never before.
A year passed and I moved. Meanwhile Anic a fantastic arabian became part of my family. One problem, however, and no small matter. One thing is to mount a horse (plus children) from school, one thing is to mount a horse "serious." I did not know to do. Anic I climbed up and went wherever he wanted, with absolutely listen.
And so I began with the lessons. New instructor. New stables.
Fantastic Jon. With him, I not only learned to ride a horse, but I learned much, much more.
I climbed on horseback, but I was so stiff that a horse is not broken down by school, not listening at all.
You talk too much, said Jon. If you do not start to learn to "feel" the horse'll never make it. Learn above all to be quiet and listen to your skin. Observations, and notes, and looks even what he does who is already good. Looks like salt, as he sits, as the legs, as she moved her hands. Observations, notes and more. In three days we will do an exercise that will allow you to understand. But while you observe. Then close your eyes and think of being that knight. How do you know him. Cater to the horse like him. And anticipate the horse will feel like he does.
imagine that you are good already, imagine that you are safe and loose, imagine you feel one with him.
The desire to succeed was enormous. I did not believe that we would never have succeeded. And even though I was dying, I was convinced that I could never fit Anic. Imagine, had been trained to do endurance races, and many had also won. I was persuaded, but I was wrong. But I pretended to believe, and took two days off. I spent hours watching. Hours and hours.
When the time came for me the lesson Jon saddled his mare, Star. A beast, very good, but top 175 cm. A huge for me that I had learned about Mery high 150 cm and 158 cm high Anic I climbed up. Winking.
not alone. He made me do a little 'step and then settled the lead rope to Stella. The long lead rope is a rope that is used to work (ginnasticare) horses from the ground, without mounting them. Then he ordered me to close my eyes and go to trot with your eyes closed. He checked with the lead rope just do not send him off the field. As I gave the commands. Lengthen the trot, rebuke, free trot, working trot, halt, walk, trot.
And for the first time I understood and felt the difference between getting on a horse and mount a horse. I'll never forget. I
Jon: I understand the that words sometimes are too much in a communication, especially if the communication must come from a line of skin touching. Having understood the importance of observing and have understood the importance of think before doing.
was in August and 8 December of that year Anic I faced with my first long trip of three days riding with the beauty of 50 other riders, all experts. Well let's face it frankly, I was the geek ... but there I made. Not only that, I was the least equipped, and when we took the rain, I was the only one, its the only soaked to the skin. But not dismounted and came to the agreed target. (The night I became the laughingstock of everyone laughing like crazy and even if I meet them tease me: my "blue gloves" broke up with me and the rain stained his hands by way of tattoo ... :-))) understand that if you do sports equipment is not an optional stupid! was an epiphany.)
On that occasion I met a wonderful man of 80 who told me that he mounted his horse for the first time in 50.
I knew then that if you have prejudices can not build anything, you can not even try. At 36 I could start immediately, but "believed" to be too old and I did not. And if my son did not like to ride, probably not even there I would never climb.
Enrica
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