Friday, May 31, 2019

A week in pictures - with quite a few "Whews"!

Out in our 'extended backyard' Kensington - where we found out that the boys are "Turkey Proof". Whew!
JP and Chambord are doing a good job over ground poles
Until Chambord decides he needs to spice things up. JP stayed on and with him. Whew!
 (picture: Norman Thelwell)
Still not enough 'spice' for JP: This is what I saw when I came home! "Whew" was replaced by "WT*???"
My friend Stephanie affectionately calls him "das franzoesische Kletteraeffchen*"
A good week training for us: Remy and I have enough spice, thank you very much! Back to "Whew"!

*"A little French tree-climbing monkey"

Monday, May 20, 2019

"Bring the saddle up" - and easing into the swing of things

Even though I still feel like I'm in a fog the good news is I am functioning again. Mainly, I am just VERY tired, all the emotional stress is taking its toll. I do feel guilty because Michael has to carry the brunt of the work (due to the fact he lives close by and I'm an ocean away). Hard to fathom how elderly people deal with the myriad of complicated issues after the death of a spouse without help.

On the home front Remy has benefitted a lot from me being gone... actually, I am reaping the benefits of Roz' work. I can use very light aids and Remy just floats over correctly in the half-passes. His flying changes are more 'up' and expressive. Last week we had a nice, sunny day (still not a common occurrence in our neck of the woods) and both Remy and I enjoyed being able to work in the spacious outdoor arena. It was the first time outdoors (in Michigan) this year. Yay!

We are working on clearer transitions within the gaits, i.e. from very collected trot (almost half-steps) to extended. A cool exercise is starting the half-passes very collected then increasing the pace, then bringing him back.

Remy's canter is a lot of fun, and we are getting the right lead (his weaker side) to be more balanced and supple. A few steps of leg yield in really do help with the straightness. My tight back is often an issue -not enough swing-, and I also revert sometimes to how I was taught in the beginning: Using my back as a 'weapon'.

Roz had the perfect solution to that, she told me to "bring the saddle up", instead of pushing my seat down in the canter. And voila: We had a bounce in our step … and I felt like I could go on cantering into the sunset. But alas, we are in Michigan, and today the sun seemed to be on strike. Actually, it is so cold I pulled the down vest out again. The cold spell is probably due to the fact that I had wrapped the horses' winter blankets up to take to the cleaners.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Contrasts - Dark Times and Bright Spots

Back from a quite difficult and emotional time in Germany. I concentrated so hard on keeping my emotions in check and working with Michael, my brother, on all the open items that the implications of Emil's death haven't even caught up with me yet. I spoke at the service and to the surprise of many I did not sugar-coat his "I did it my way" attitude (the pastor said my words were "strong and honest") and carried the urn with his remains to its final resting place under a beautiful tree.

My way of coping with stress is to walk or run in the woods, and so after all was said and done I went to the "Baerensee" ('Bear Lake'). Thinking of Emil I saw the light shine through the tree and how fitting it was to the quote I chose for the obituary:

Death is the light at the end of a journey that has become too difficult
 - Franz von Assisi

In all the grief there were so many bright spots: Family and friends. That is what life is all about. Ours is a small family, and I have few truly close friends, but that is all it takes to feel love and support. 

The news from home were bright spots as well, with Remy being in Roz' care. Not only that, he also made it on the cover of the Morgan Dressage Association's newsletter:


While I will always mourn my dad I am thankful for the new-found closeness it brought to our family. And here is to bright days ahead!