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TEXAS ROSE TRAINING Working with each horse and rider with a goal of soft feel and communication, building a partnership between a confident, perceptive, emphatic rider and a calm, willing, balanced and respectful horse. Soft feel though seat, legs and hands equals soft horse and mutual communication True Horsemanship - Stress Free Training for the Mind, Body & Soul Horsemanship through feel, timing and balance - an ongoing, dynamic philosophy of communicating with horses LESSONS, TRAINING, CLINICS - English & Western OPEN SHOW JUDGE TRAIL COURSE DESIGN & JUDGE Not everyone can hear the silent language between a horse and rider, not everyone can trust their lives with a 1200 pound animal and not everyone has the guts, blood, sweat, tears and the dedication needed to be a part of this world. But true horse people are no ordinary people and horses are no ordinary animals. The only ones who truly understand this world are the ones who are a part of it.
You are never better than anyone. Every rider has skills they need to improve on. The only one you need to compare yourself with is you. |
TEXAS ROSE TRAINING EVENTS Clinics Play Days Trail & Mountain Trail Cowboy Dressage Working Horsemanship A true horseman can relate and communicate with a horse in an effortless manner and with mutual respect. He understands the horse and is sensitive to where the horse is mentally. He has a total commitment to understanding the communication that takes place from the inside out between horse and rider. I will make and keep my commitments. I will look for an answer in every problem.... I will give up “trying” and simply do. I will make it okay to be wrong and make mistakes. I will create my own “good luck”. I will not be afraid to lose before I win. I will be who I am and become what I was meant to be. I will accept that all things are possible. I will do it now! |
Teaching is more than imparting knowledge, it is inspiring change. Learning is more than absorbing facts, it is acquiring understanding.
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JUST A HORSE From time to time People tell me, ' a lot of money spent' From time to time ... People tell me, 'it's just a horse.' If you really think it's 'Just a horse, ' Like 'just a promise, ' 'Just a friend, ' Than you can't see The beauty of it all. You just can't see. The distance traveled, The time spent, And the costs involved for 'Just a horse.' The reason to rise, Early in the morning, Taking those long walks, Even when it's pouring. It's my proudest moments, My only company, The saddest moments, And the gentle touch, That gave me a reason to go on. It's the hopes and dreams, And the coming of the future. The fond memories of the past, And the unforgettable joy of the coming day. So... If you really think it's, 'Just a horse, ' Like 'just a promise, ' 'Just a friend, ' Than you can't see, The beauty of it all. You just can't see. 'Just a horse' Brings out the best in me, 'Just a horse' It gives me who I am and Keeping me from being, 'Just a girl.' 'Just a woman' 'Just another passing being' I'll smile and nod to agree, knowing deep down I don't. you may think it's 'just a horse, ' but it never will be for me. If you really think it's, 'Just a horse, ' Like 'just a promise, ' 'Just a friend, ' Than you can't see, The beauty of it all. You just can't see. |
THIS OLD HORSE This old horse, the Rancher said, she’s seen some better days, she’s eating up my profits, and costs a lot for hay. Another horse would suit me, a stronger one at that, shes seen a lot of miles just like my cowboy hat. This old horse, the Rancher said, she helped me herd my steer, I’m pretty sure shes magic, I know I hold her dear. Another horse would suit me, one that can run fast, maybe one that’s younger, or maybe one that lasts. This old horse, the Rancher said, she’s long and far in tooth, my children do remember, her fondly from their youth. Another horse would suit me, a gelding in his prime, one that needs less fixin’, that helps me save a dime. Why, they asked, then keep her? why not trade her now? bring her to an auction? replace her with a cow? The Rancher's brow grew heavy, he took a staggered step, his eyes did show his hardships, in wrinkles, as they crept. His breath, he took in deeply, as he poised to say his words, it’s as if the earth grew silent, that his message should be heard. This old horse, the Rancher said, has given me her life, I wouldn’t trade for anything, nor either, would my wife. Another horse would suit me, and perhaps someday will come, but this old gal, I love her, she is the chosen one. This old horse, the Rancher said, her service she did lend, her and I, have seen the years, this old horse, she is my friend. Another horse would suit me well, but her home is here to keep, I owe her sanctuary, my love for her is deep. Another horse would suit me well, and younger days for me, and I will keep my promise, until our last breaths, set us free." |
Unless you've been a part of it, it's impossible to understand. We pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to ride around on animals that could kill us. We spend hours and weeks and years trying to be perfect and we get 1 minute in the ring to showcase it. We clean and we polish and we brush and we wrap and we bathe, only to come back the next day and discover Smokey the Grey found the mud puddle in the back of the pasture.
So we do it all over again. And again. And then again.
And somehow, amidst all the dirt and the sweat and the tears and the falls, we became riders.
We don't love the sport. We are the sport. We need the sport. We are addicts. Every spare thought, every conversation, every free minute, every dollar goes to these 1200 pound walking accidents.
And our horse obsession has not died down at all. We are still that girl that will run to pet the horse at the fence line. And still that girl that counts strides in between cracks in the sidewalk.
We owe so much to riding. The people it brought into my life shaped me. The horses and the lessons they each taught me, shaped me. Being 10th place in a class of 10 shaped me. Picking poop out of a stall shaped me. I can say from the bottom of my heart I would not be who I am today if I didn't have the opportunity to do these things.
And I know a lot of the girls who were chasing naughty ponies, or being yelled at to shorten their damn left rein, or cleaned every single piece of school horse tack at the same time I was going through all those things are going through what I'm going through now. It never goes away. You put it aside for school or for work or because you have to right now. But you miss it every day. It is always there.
The horses are in your blood. They are your essence, your soul. Your entire being. It never goes away. I will never, ever find anything I'm as passionate about as I am passionate about horses.
So I make a promise to myself I will find my way back, someday. And if you're missing your horses, I suggest you make that promise as well. We owe it to the seven year old girl who pleaded to sit on a pony until her parents gave in.
So we do it all over again. And again. And then again.
And somehow, amidst all the dirt and the sweat and the tears and the falls, we became riders.
We don't love the sport. We are the sport. We need the sport. We are addicts. Every spare thought, every conversation, every free minute, every dollar goes to these 1200 pound walking accidents.
And our horse obsession has not died down at all. We are still that girl that will run to pet the horse at the fence line. And still that girl that counts strides in between cracks in the sidewalk.
We owe so much to riding. The people it brought into my life shaped me. The horses and the lessons they each taught me, shaped me. Being 10th place in a class of 10 shaped me. Picking poop out of a stall shaped me. I can say from the bottom of my heart I would not be who I am today if I didn't have the opportunity to do these things.
And I know a lot of the girls who were chasing naughty ponies, or being yelled at to shorten their damn left rein, or cleaned every single piece of school horse tack at the same time I was going through all those things are going through what I'm going through now. It never goes away. You put it aside for school or for work or because you have to right now. But you miss it every day. It is always there.
The horses are in your blood. They are your essence, your soul. Your entire being. It never goes away. I will never, ever find anything I'm as passionate about as I am passionate about horses.
So I make a promise to myself I will find my way back, someday. And if you're missing your horses, I suggest you make that promise as well. We owe it to the seven year old girl who pleaded to sit on a pony until her parents gave in.
