Rose’s Blog
There is a dream I had in my teens that I have never forgotten. Like so many dreams, it draws on actual experience. In this case, the real life event was sleeping out under the stars in a freshly mown...
There’s a comment a rider made to me about another trainer that initially struck me as rather cold, but that I later reconsidered. “Well, she’s only trained one horse to Grand Prix.” Casually tossed o...
Let’s talk about learning. I don’t think the pulse-quickening joy of an epiphany on your horse, however small, ever goes away. That’s why I love the practice of dressage: gratifying improvement and in...
I’m training our young stallion Xander, who has been under saddle about 9 months. I adore him, he’s smart and talented. And while we are still in early days, overall he’s not been simple. When we work...
There is a well-known anecdote about the famous UCLA basketball coach, John Wooden. He coached his team to ten NCAA championships in twelve years. His men’s basketball team won an astonishing record e...
When I was young my Dad and I would hunt elk in the early winter. We’d hike through snow for hours, crossing timbered hills and gullies, skirting the edge of a huge canyon that stretched for many mile...
On Saturday, I loaded the car with hors d’oeuvres, wine, and my yoga mats. The blue sky was achingly clear, the sun glaring on the white snow. Sharp wind gusts buffeted the car, sending the wind...
There are feathery frost patterns on the mirrors in our indoor arena. Arquero, a young horse in training, notices them right away and travels along in counter-bend, flexing himself towards the mysteri...
I can’t stop staring at the weather forecast, the stretch of low temperatures near zero....
Recently I was joking around with our assistant about how kids who want to ride horses will ride anything....