Long line work

I have always found that ground work is worth coming back to and weaving into my program. After a basic lesson with Kirsten long lining my very forward mare, I could see how it would benefit both of my horses to begin to engage their hind ends. Well, I was amazed at the response from my horses. After 6 very intense sessions, both are dragging their noses on the ground, stopping and backing instead of going forward. I can see their brains on overload! So, what next?

Then & Now: A look at 3 years of progress

My Christmas gift this year was a brand new computer, and in getting organized and moving files around to transfer from my old laptop to the new one, I stumbled across images from the very first time we met Storm. We visited him at the barn where he was being consigned and were pleased with what we saw. Looking back, there were some key things that we didn’t pick up on that would have helped us be better prepared for who Storm really was, but in the end the decision was a good one.

Finding the photos proved to be invaluable in a look at just how far we have come over the course of 3 years that Storm and I have been together. The changes that have happened in Storm’s body are amazing. Without further ado, Storm from 2008 to 2011.


Storm front 2008

Storm - front, April 2008

Storm front 2011

Storm - front March 2011

Yellow Arrow: Note that his stance is much closer to square in the current photo. His both of his hind feet are clearly visible in the 2008 photo, where as they are set much further apart in the 2001 photo.
Blue Arrow: Being under weight is noticeable from the front view. Additionally, notice that his ribs are pushed out to his right (the side that the arrow is on), but in the photo from 2011 his posture is much straighter, with an equal amount of rib on either side of his body.


Storm back 2008

Storm - back, April 2008

Storm back 2011

Storm - back, March 2011

Blue Arrow: Storm’s stance is uneven, his head is off to the right, reflected in the position of his feet. His hips are very uneven across the top.
Yellow Arrow: In the 2008 image his ribs are not even visible, and his hindquarters are much less muscled than in the 2011 image.
Purple Arrow: Storm’s stance has improved, standing much closer to square with a much wider set to his feet.


Storm left 2008

Storm - left, April 2008

Green Arrow: The difference in the muscling is obvious across his topline, including the dip in front of his withers from being tight through the trapizius muscle.
Red Arrow: The hollow behind the withers from saddle damage has smoothed out in the 2011 image, and his back is visibly less dropped.
Blue Arrow: The overall shape of his entire rump is much rounder and less angular having developed muscles for Storm to push forward rather than pull with his neck.

Storm left 2011

Storm, left - March 2011

Yellow Arrow: Reduction in the muscling on the bottom side of the neck from using his topline/hindquarters to move forward rather than “pulling” with his front legs and lower neck muscles.
Purple Arrow: Despite his stance, there is visibly more weight on the forehand in the 2008 image versus the 2011 image. Storm’s front leg is more straight under him, rather than back at an angle, in the 2011 image, indicating that his weight is not as heavily anchored on his front legs even when standing still.

Similar things to note from the right side. It is also noticeable in this set of images that Storm’s head does not appear as large in the 2011 image. This is due to the fact that his neck is more appropriately developed, along with the rest of his body. His head is no longer as out of proportion with the rest of his body.

Storm right 2008

Storm - right, April 2008

Storm right 2011

Storm - right, March 2011


When I look back at these photos the changes are stunning. Storm has developed into a beautiful well balanced horse. He looks good, really good, and even inexperienced horse people (and non-horse people alike) comment on how he looks in positive terms. I realized as I put these images together that the exclamation of “Look at the size of his head!” is rarely uttered anymore. He looks in proportion and is pleasing to the eye. I shutter to think what might have happened if we were not brought together.  And I relish in the future changes that will continue to take place.

Brain Storms: In the beginning

In the beginning, as with most things, you often begin by wandering aimlessly until an action starts a chain reaction that brings you to a point in time when things converge. And so my journey has been.

My story begins quite a handful of years ago, though not as a child. I wasn’t blessed grow up in a horse-household, and so my connection with the horses that were in my blood remained on paper until I was much older. Events came together and showed me a view of the traditional style of teaching, which I was not able to accomplish. I struggled and was miserable, but had no concept of any other way. I left that situation and as time rolled on a door opened to a much more natural type training and I was finally able to find a method I felt good about, and could learn. After several years of studying and working with other people’s horses everything finally aligned for me to purchase my own horse. After several months of searching, the new journey with Storm Watch finally began.

Storm’s journey started six years before I found him, and from the little I know it started in the kindest way possible, as far as a horse’s journey goes anyway. He was started late, which is always a good thing, and by the time his first six years passed he had spent a few months in dressage training, and some training with a natural type person (with tarps and barrels is what I was told), done a little jumping, and had already been out hill topping with the hunt.

Storm & Ginny

First session at home

We found each other because the teacher always finds the student, even if the student isn’t conscious of the relationship. The journey began with the struggle of getting to know a new companion. With people at least there is choice involved, with a horse, there is only the choice of the human. With time and dedication the layers of the horse begin to reveal themselves. Some wonderfully positive, and others much more of a challenge.

Storm, being himself, is a challenge in that he is large. 17.3 hh and 1,895 pounds large to be exact. Many things that most people would write off with a small horse are actual problems with a larger horse. You simply don’t get to manhandle something that is that much bigger and infinitely more powerful than you are.

Storm quickly revealed that he was the leader of the herd, and that fact went undisputed from the moment he stepped foot among them. There were challenges, but nothing more than a threat was ever uttered among the rest of the herd. He also revealed himself to be a quiet gentle leader that rarely had to exert more than a twitch of an ear to set another in their place. And he certainly wasn’t looking for a leader outside of the pasture either. He demanded that I be the best herd leader in order for him to respect even the simplest of requests. He forced me to step up my game in order to even register in his radar at all.

Storm also quickly showed me that he had some body challenges. He was reasonably cooperative with most suggestions until I asked him to move off on a circle to the right. He very firmly (in his rather large way) refused to do so, and would be quite creative in his objections, often finally moving to the right only to quickly flip around and tear off to the left as if chased by a demon. Ever so slowly, one lesson at a time, one month at a time, we began to peel back Storm’s layers and help him begin to find balance. With the assistance of body work from Jeffra and many slow hours of hand walking he began to find his balance again. Our rides began to get more focused as I learned to support his balance.

After a year and a half of getting to know him and developing our relationship I needed knee surgery. Despite being out of commission, Kirsten still worked with Storm for each of the lessons once a month. It became apparent when she was able to push him a little bit that he was still a long way from being strong and balanced. Only getting worked once a month through the winter proved to be a set back in our relationship. Once I was finally able to begin working with him again, he had other ideas. Leaving him to be more focused on the herd and on himself, he was not interested in finding his balance and everything converged on a windy day with lots of chaos going on in his environment. The plan was to begin long lining him again to work on his balance, and that went straight out the window when he decided it was a good time to do his dancing giraffe impression. It rattled me so much that I had to pass him off to Kirsten so that she could help him find calm again, and give me time to unfreeze and find calm myself.

At that point we went back to square one. The round pen became my friend and my safety net. Storm was free to cavort and do whatever he needed to do and get it all out without concern of hurting me. It was empowering to be able to stand calmly in the center of the round pen while he bucked and raced around the 60′ circle. Some days it was a challenge to get him into the safety of the round pen, but slowly those days became fewer and further between. The reward of the time spent there was tenfold. There would be moments when Storm would absolutely look to me for companionship, and for enjoyment. He would come out of the hay feeder just to say hello and head out to play. Slowly but surely he found calmness at the walk, and then began to find balance at the walk. Kirsten guided us into moving upward in the gaits to improve impulsion and ever so slowly he began to find balance at the trot, too. His canter was improving by default, but was still a tool to reset the impulsion when he needed it.

And so here we are. We are finally getting out of the round pen and into the arena back on the long lines and even into the balance bands. Storm’s body is showing the positive effects of the diligence with the work, his top line looks beautiful, and his body overall is getting softer and more rounded. We have so far to go, but looking back over the two years that we’ve been on this road together we have come so far together. We just keep having our brain storms and keep moving forward. www.ajourneyofbrainstorms.com

Be The Horse

My horse Jasper has been working hard to change the way he walks. It is really very hard for him, more mentally than physically. He has to change the way he has been walking, learning to balance himself while shifting his weight to his hindquarters. I can see that it is hard for him, and I can accept intellectually that it is hard for a horse to change the way he walks, but how hard can it be, really? I mean, it isn’t like sparring, right? Now that’s hard…

I had my first knee operation when I was 17. I favored my left knee for so long afterward that I ended up damaging my right knee. I had three more on my left knee and one on my right by the time I was 40, even spent a couple of months in a wheel chair. I learned to move — or not to move — to reduce the pain as much as I could. But by the time I had my last operation (I was 40, 3 years ago), it was obvious I had to change what I was doing (real obvious when my surgeon said “Dude, you really have to change what you are doing”).

So I started changing what I was doing, which eventually led to sparring — stand-up Muay Thai — and sparring is all about moving. But moving is still hard for me, and balancing while I move is pretty tricky.

The other day I’m sparing someone who is a lot better than me, and I started to get upset — emotionally overwhelmed, not angry. I still can’t get my balance right and move fast enough. And the guy is good enough that if I don’t move, then I get hit — hit hard. I was starting to get really upset and overwhelmed! Every time I didn’t keep my balance and move fast enough, I’d get punched or kicked in the gut! I mean I was really getting overwhelmed and was about to freak out … That’s when it hit me, my OMG moment — this is EXACTLY what Jasper goes through. I was Jasper! OMG

Now I understand. I really understand.

I am still surprised how much we have in common with horses, and I’ve learned that we have more of a link between mind and body than we really like to admit. So if it is hard for me to relearn how to move, and my brain is 3x larger, then it must be really hard for Jasper. But he keeps working at it, and so do I (he’s a good role model).

Brian