tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84590569072397513712024-02-02T06:07:29.023-07:00Samantha Thorning HorsemanshipLicensed 2-Star Parelli Professional based in the Pacific Northwest | SamanthaThorning.comSamanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.comBlogger291125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-18405959097436114502016-08-17T16:48:00.001-06:002016-08-17T18:21:51.769-06:00Who I Lost Because of ParelliLittle did I know that when I began the Parelli Program I
would lose someone very close to me because of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Slowly, as the months wore on and I became
further immersed in the Parelli culture, the distance between us
increased.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said she didn’t know me
anymore, didn’t like my day to day choices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I said I didn’t know her anymore either, I couldn’t understand her
weakness and close minded attitude.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When
all was said and done, I didn’t lose her to illness or death or from a move to
another state.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lost her because I
decided to grow and she didn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lost
her because of Parelli.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The person that I
lost… was me.<br />
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I’ve had a lot of first experiences this year that have put
me outside of my comfort zone (like really far!) and, at times, I was downright
terrified, fearing for my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve
been in uncomfortable situations where although my mortality wasn’t on the
line, my self-confidence or my ego was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I recently wrote a blog called <a href="http://myhorsemanship.blogspot.com/2016/08/leadership-rock-climbing-and-horses.html" target="_blank"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Leadership, Rock Climbing, and Horses</i></a> in which I talk about a climb that I was very,
very scared to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In that moment, instead of
quitting, I assured myself that the discomfort I was experiencing was
good for my emotional fitness and that I should keep going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Following that statement, I immediately
credited Parelli for giving me that tool; the ability to have the insight to
know when I was doing something outside of my comfort zone that would ultimately propel me into self-development and personal growth (usually followed by a very
good night’s sleep!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The me that I lost
all those years ago would have never even gone rock climbing. And if she had
decided to go climbing in a moment of madness or confusion, would have
certainly given up in the face of paralyzing fear and lowered herself back
to earth, never to rock climb again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The me that I lost all those years ago would not have been
brave enough to embrace her role as learner and to seize the opportunity when
it came time to ride in front of Pat Parelli.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She would have doubted her skills, her worthiness to exist with a horse in
front of a horseman of that caliber.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
would have found an excuse not to go, silently regretting it, and wishing she
was a better, braver girl.<br />
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The me that I lost all those years ago would have never
gotten back into horses after having a bad accident on a colt where she lost
all confidence and in its place pain and fear grew rampant.<br />
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I am sure you can see why I had to let her go, why we went
our separate ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The old me was only
committed to things that felt safe and weren’t too scary or uncomfortable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The old me didn’t push her personal
boundaries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s important you know
though that the old me wasn’t a quitter, because you can’t quit something when
you refuse to even try!</div>
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Horses are herd animals and with that comes a natural born
need for an established hierarchy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Horses are looking for a leader; a horse with a plan that is smarter,
braver, more athletic, and savvier than they are.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They vote every day to see which horse has
earned the right to be responsible for the entire herd’s survival and well being.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As humans we have it a bit
tougher than that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First, we must prove
that while we are predators, we won’t act like one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Second, we must then earn our horse’s vote
for alpha by showing them our worth to their survival and basic needs of safety,
comfort, and play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can tell you right
now that the old me was not leadership material.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Leaders need to have self-confidence, a plan,
an unwavering belief in what they’re doing and what they’re asking their horse
to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had none of those… but as I
journeyed through the Parelli Program, Level by Level, I began to transform.<br />
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The greatest gift Parelli has given me has been the ability
to diagnose a situation that I am in, whether with my horse or with other
people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once you know what’s really
happening you have the power to shape what’s going on, to change things for the
better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I learned to master the art
of diagnosis I could make faster, more powerful changes for my horse, but I
also gained the insight to realize when something simply wasn’t about me (after
all, one of Parelli’s core values is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">don’t
take things personal</i>), or that I may be uncomfortable in the short term but
would gain personal growth in the long term.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I began to look at life and start asking questions:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is my horse disrespectful or fearful?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is that person angry at me or upset by something
else?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Am I really going to die on this
rock wall or is this a fear that is not actually real?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once you have an understanding of what is
really going on you are in control of your situation.</div>
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Last night, at our employee lesson with Pat, he hosted a
mini Parelli Games event for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He set
up two courses, Liberty and FreeStyle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Liberty is my best Savvy with Aspen while FreeStyle is our most
challenging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I regret to say that we
didn’t seize the moment with a “go big or go home!” attitude; we went the safe
route with Liberty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a great time,
Aspen was spectacular, and we left feeling very good and happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But as I sat in bed last night I began to
feel a little disappointed in myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Why hadn’t I stepped out of my comfort zone and attempted the FreeStyle
course?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What had held me back?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why hadn’t I embraced my role as learner in
that environment and tried something I believed would be a challenge?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I regretted letting my worry about my
competency in front of Pat Parelli, fellow instructors, students, and
co-workers get in the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So rather
than worry about it for a moment longer I decided to make a change!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Because of my diagnostic skills gained from Parelli, as well
as the development of my emotional and mental fitness, I was quickly able to
assess the situation and improve upon it, embracing my experience and deciding
how to make it better for next time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So,
you can count on seeing Aspen and I riding FreeStyle in the Parelli Games the
very next time the opportunity presents itself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our group with Pat Parelli after we finished the Parelli Games. / photo: Coco</td></tr>
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The old me, had she had the guts to bring her horse out in
front of Pat at all, would have certainly sweated at the thought of even trying
out her best Savvy in front of him, thanked the Lord when it was over, and the
thought would have never crossed her mind to try her worst Savvy the next time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank goodness the old me and I parted ways,
she clearly did not have my best interest in mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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So, I credit Parelli with the loss of my old self.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The part of me that was afraid to try new things,
afraid to try anything because she feared she might fail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m so glad she’s gone and in her place
stands a proactive me that takes ownership for my life story and how it
unfolds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>May it be a good one, an
adventurous one, one full of growth and learning!</div>
Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-90289535828303843012016-08-10T20:41:00.001-06:002016-08-11T12:49:33.183-06:00Leadership, Rock Climbing, and HorsesA few years ago I was dating someone who was a very ambitious climber. He urged me to climb with him but due to his intense nature and my fear of heights it wasn't fun and I never felt successful, just scared and out of place.<br />
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I swore off climbing after trying it a few times with him - both indoor and out on real rock. It just wasn't for me and I didn't enjoy all of the pressure I felt during the activity.<br />
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Wouldn't you know that I would find myself, once again, dating a climber. Equally ambitious and talented, rock climbing is Shane's passion. He eats, sleeps, and breathes the sport. I can totally relate as I live for horses. Having a passion is a beautiful thing. It gives our lives purpose and meaning, something to look forward to after work and on the weekends. It fuels our daydreams and exercises our imaginations to find the limits of our potential. Something we've always appreciated about each other is that we each have a "thing". As someone who's always been utterly infatuated with horses I've had trouble relating to those that aren't passionate about anything. I can't imagine waking up in the morning and falling asleep at night not thinking about what ignites my spirit on fire, horses.<br />
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Shane has come riding with me a handful of times now. He is not a horse person by any means, nor does he aspire to be, but he comes along so we can spend some time together doing what I love the most. Naturally, he wanted me to go climb with him.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shane on Thunder. :)</td></tr>
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I shared my past experience with the sport, including my fear of heights. I came up with every reason I wouldn't be fun to climb with: I was fearful, I was slow, I wasn't as fit as he was, I hadn't been climbing in years, I had done it before and didn't like it. He patiently explained that he had no expectations of me, just that he wanted to share what he loved - his passion for climbing - with me. <br />
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Begrudgingly I agreed to go to the climbing gym with him. The moment we walked through the door I began to sweat, my stomach was doing flip flops, and I had to go to the bathroom. Not only was I terrified of climbing up to the top of the tall walls in the gym, I was afraid of what Shane would think of me. <br />
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Shane is the definition of a natural athlete - fit, strong, and balanced. He was born to excel at any and all physical pursuits. He's confident, mentally strong, and fearless. I wanted to impress Shane, but I knew it would be hard to impress someone like him when I was so afraid. Before we even got on the wall I felt embarrassed at my lack of ability, shameful of my fear, and utterly stressed that my destination was very, very high off of the ground. <br />
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He helped me get harnessed up and let me belay for him while he ascended the first route. I was sweating so bad I could barely hold the rope. When he came down, it was my turn to go. He set me up on a very easy 5.5 route (basically a glorified ladder). A blind person could have climbed this. Not 15 feet off the ground and my heart was thumping out of my chest. I was dripping in sweat. I stalled out, looking down and feeling like I was hundreds of feet high. I expected him to prod me forward, wanting me to hurry, not understanding why I physically couldn't move. As I gripped the wall in sheer terror, exhausting my muscles and becoming more and more sure I was going to plummet to an untimely death, or at least paralysis, he just gently encouraged me. "You've got this, babe. Take your time."<br />
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What...? Did he just tell me to <i>take my time</i>? I wasn't even making progress! I had gone static, and as I glanced down at him (despite the vertigo it gave me) I was surprised to see he was just happily smiling, glad to see me trying something out of my comfort zone, and delighted to be doing what he loved - no matter how elementary. His no-pressure, neutral attitude gave me some relief that I didn't have to hurry and that actually unlocked my mind and therefore my body to climb a little higher.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me climbing a 5.7 chimney at the gym.</td></tr>
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If you've never been afraid of something real (rattlesnake under foot) or unreal (plummeting to your death from 15 feet off the ground) it's hard to relate to that feeling of panic. As adrenaline pumped through me I found myself thinking, "this is good for your emotional fitness, keep going." (I thank Parelli for the ability to have that mentality in the face of a challenge.)<br />
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I promised myself that I would not quit, I would make it to the top, and I would not look down again while I doing it. When I reached the anchors I was a mess. Shane told me to let go of the wall and he would lower me down, but I couldn't. I was frozen. Rather then get exasperated or angry or rush me he just waited. I finally let go of the holds and held onto the rope for dear life. Now, if the rope were to break or the anchors to come loose at the top, holding the rope would do absolutely nothing to save me. I knew this. But my emotions had taken over and I was looking for safety and comfort anywhere I could. When I arrived back to earth I was trembling, weak in the knees, and slick with anxiety sweat.<br />
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Instead of Shane telling me I shouldn't be afraid, or could have gone faster, or made me feel bad for taking so long on such an easy route - he congratulated me, hugged me, and told me how proud he was of me! I was surprised and relieved.<br />
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I climbed two other routes that day, each with Shane gently encouraging me and patiently waiting as I sorted through my fear.<br />
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Now, a few weeks later I am still scared of being up high, I still don't entirely trust the rope, but I have finally seen a glimmer of fun in this terrifying sport. Enough of a glimmer that I bought myself a unicorn chalk bag as a reward for not quitting. I still get a big hit of adrenaline as soon as I step off the ground and onto the wall, and I can't complete all of the routes I try (which drives me nuts), but through all of the trials, I have Shane. My patient, gentle, kind leader. Someone I can trust to always put me first, to take care of my emotional and mental states, to be my cheerleader no matter how trivial or small my accomplishment is. It is purely because of him that I have had any success at all in this sport and in conquering my fear. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Warming up on a 5.7 last weekend, my first outdoor climb in years.</td></tr>
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So... why am I writing about this on a horse blog? Because this is about leadership. If Shane were frustrated, pushy, impatient, and unsympathetic there is no way I would have ever wanted to go climbing again. I would have been let down and hurt by him, and would have taken no positive steps to overcoming my fear of heights. I went from having tried and hated the sport, to buying a chalk bag and setting some personal goals for myself. I had a <i>huge</i> change in attitude about climbing, credited to Shane's leadership guiding me through the tough spots and instilling in me confidence and ambition.<br />
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When our horses are truly afraid of something and we have a negative emotion toward them, we're just adding to the problem. We live with the past, present, and future in our minds all at once. Horses live only with the present in mind (though the past may shape how they react to things in that moment). If we sit there and push on our horses, telling them they should hurry or invalidate their fear by saying "it's only a..." then what reason do they have to trust us? All they know is that we are driving them deeper into their fear with no relief, with no way out.<br />
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As an introvert I can't tell you what it did for me to have Shane 1) not force me or badger me into going climbing with him before I was ready, 2) not invalidate my fear by saying it was stupid or irrational, and 3) not add any pressure to me while I was climbing. The retreat and relief he offered at every turn allowed me to be brave enough to dip my toes in the water, and then to keep going.<br />
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Over the last few weeks as I've approached my fear of heights and retreated from it, and approached again, slowly gaining confidence, I've been thinking a lot about how this will make me a more empathetic leader for my horse. How can I be that leader to Aspen as Shane was for me? How can I acknowledge her fears and tensions and worries, without letting them get the best of her - guiding her toward a place of calm and confidence?<br />
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I guess that's the secret of horsemanship. Finding the balance between patience and progression... or maybe because of the patience our horses can make progress...<br />
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In Parelli we are taught to respect our horse's thresholds, never sacrificing their confidence no matter the cost (i.e. being late to a show because they won't load in a trailer). I've known this for a while. But actually stepping into the shoes of not only a learner, but a terrified learner, caused me to realize all the little "makes" and "forcing" I still do with my horses - sometimes simply through my attitude. I know I've thought to myself, "oh c'mon Aspen - we've finished Level 4, it's time for you just to be okay with this." But I realize now how little that's doing for our relationship and her desire to be with me and trust that I have her best interest in mind.<br />
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I can only imagine if Shane had projected feelings of impatience or said to me, "oh c'mon - it's only a 5.5 and it's not even 50 feet to the top! Just go for it and hurry!" I would have immediately felt like he couldn't be trusted to take care of me. But because he put me first every step of the way I went from reluctantly agreeing to climb one time at the gym to being excited to expand my confidence and set some goals for myself to excel in the sport.<br />
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As a horseman I hope that I instill those same feelings of excitement and trust in my horse - to believe she can do more than she thought she could, with me by her side. <br />
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Stepping outside of my comfort zone, in the company of a strong leader, and reflecting on how that vulnerability affected me as a fearful student, has allowed me to become a stronger, better human for my horse.<br />
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-50478747490667678472016-07-22T20:59:00.000-06:002016-07-22T21:17:05.396-06:00Parelli Level 3: Trusting My SkillsAlrighty, here's my story about Parelli Level 3.<br />
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So, Level 1 and Level 2 were mostly about me not dying or giving up. I got to know my tools, myself, and my horse. I found a new layer of dedication and grit, commitment and energy to reach a goal. By the time I finished Level 2 I had started over with 4 horses for one reason or another. It was a long and arduous journey and, I'd say to date, one of my greatest horsemanship accomplishments.<br />
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If you remember from my Level 2 post, I had submitted my Level 2 Auditions just weeks before attending my Fast Track course and found out I passed while at the class.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sooo proud to have my Level 2 blue string just a week or so into the course!</td></tr>
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One month later at the end of the Fast Track, I was holding my green Level 3 string.<br />
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I feel like saying "<b>BAM!</b>" is in order. One, because I feel cool when I say it and two, because that's basically how Level 3 happened for me. Prior and proper preparation as well as having a lot of support during the Fast Track gave me the confidence I needed to assertively pursue my next Level.<br />
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Looking back I feel like my ENTIRE journey up until that point was all Level 3. I mean, way back when I did my Level 1 Audition, Terry Wilson had told me that I was close to Level 3. Now 6 years later I was still working within those same skill sets, where was the progression??<br />
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Sure, I had learned new things (mostly important emergency stop and Horsenality strategies), but I hadn't really been <i>provocative </i>or <i>progressive</i>. I had been caught up in that vicious cycle of perfectionism and lack of confidence. I got to a point where I trusted my horse and the process, I even felt good about the idea of sending in a less than perfect Audition, being on camera didn't bother me either... I just didn't trust that I actually knew what I was doing. I felt that Level 3 skills were better than what I had, thought Level 3 was more. In my mind I had a picture of what a Level 3 horse and rider looked like, and while I wasn't focused on perfection, I just honestly didn't think we were that good.<br />
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FreeStyle has always been my most challenging Savvy with Aspen because she has so much forward, and if she's not going forward she's bucking. In Level 3 FreeStyle it becomes a lot more important to keep your rein in the mane, or neutral, while riding around. This was especially challenging for me on my high spirited, Right Brain Extrovert as I was constantly checking her speed with my reins. Even riding with a Carrot Stick was death defying at times because I didn't have both hands at the ready to bend to a stop if I needed. <br />
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Because we still battled these impulsion issues I knew Level 3 was a far cry from being mine. Level 3 horses didn't have impulsion issues, it was something they said you solved in Level 3. After several intensely fast rides in which we had no speed control on a loose rein I knew we just weren't there yet.<br />
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My main goal for attending the Fast Track (aside from qualifying for my Externship) was to resolve impulsion issues. My Fast Track was a month long course at the Colorado Parelli Ranch. There were 60 students with 60 horses and about 6 instructors with horses too. Our class made Pat's <i>Arena Grande</i> look like a dressage arena. The combined energy of 132 hearts beating in one location was enough to blow Aspen's and my lid. Calm, connected, and responsive was a distant dream. Coming to a halt from any gait was a wish in the wind. Fleeting thoughts of relaxation whipped between our ears as we drummed around on high alert. There simply would be no way to do a pattern long enough to get our nerves down to have control on loose reins. Bye-bye impulsion control. Bye-bye goals.<br />
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The course experience is another story, I will tell you there were highs and lows, moments of "ah-ha!" and many moments of "oh no!" The class tested every emotional fitness boundary that Aspen and I had as we struggled to keep control during our group riding sessions. One thing we don't appreciate enough is simply how hours with our horse, miles in the saddle, and days of exposure lead to great things. While we weren't riding around bridleless by the end of the course we certainly developed a lot of positive habits and skills together and I learned new strategies to gain and keep control.<br />
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As we lined up on the last day of class I was surprised and honored when they hung my green string around my neck... I was also confused.<br />
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I left feeling like I had somehow cheated the system, somehow they were mistaken. We still couldn't ride around on loose reins everywhere. We still had more go than whoa. It truly bothered me for a very long time and I didn't understand why the instructors had given me my Level 3.<br />
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Over the next several months I began to realize that my SKILLS were Level 3, I had the knowledge and ability to achieve it with my horse given some more time. After all, the Levels are about people - the horses are already Level 10 - this is a journey for us. Each Level is another step for the human to learn the horse's language and take another brick out of the barrier between our species. Level 3 was about ME! <br />
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Don't get me wrong, Aspen and I weren't that far from actually being able to do all of the tasks - our sole set back was our control on a loose rein. But just because she wasn't centered enough to do that yet didn't mean that I didn't show Level 3 quality in my feel, timing, and balance. It didn't mean that we didn't have the rapport, respect, relationship, and ability to get there. Once I realized that the actual tasks might come in time but that my skills were there for Level 3 it was a liberating experience. It was a journey I realized I had been on for so long, since the beginning, and I had finally done it.<br />
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I can't say enough how the journey through Levels 1-4 in the Parelli Program change you. Without an ounce of exaggeration, I would not be the person I am today had I not taken the time to go through the program. I'm so excited to share with you all about my Level 4 and what it has meant to me and to my horsemanship to have completed it.<br />
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I LOVE hearing from you guys! Please feel free to comment below, shoot me an email, or visit my Professional page on Facebook (link on the right) to get in touch. <br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I met Bandit when I was 15 years old, the summer of 2000, in Redding, California. He was born March 18th, I think I met him sometime in June so he was full of energy and life, and all that is puppy. Being that he didn’t have typical markings for the breed he hadn’t sold yet. I was fascinated with his glossy white and black coat, bright brown eyes, and his little pink snout.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I fell in love rather quickly. He was happy and sweet with a soft and gentle spirit. He wasn’t allowed inside the house so I spent many nights that summer sleeping outside on the trampoline so we could be together. I remember he would be in my sleeping bag or pressed against the side of my face and together we’d watch the moon set over the mountains and the sun rise the next morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">After much begging my parents relented and said I could bring him home at the end of the summer. I bought him an airline approved kennel and in August we flew home to Seattle. Bandit went from a life on 700 acres to a suburban size backyard, as he would prove over and over again during his life time he was adaptable, settling into life in the city seamlessly. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">He stood by my side through high school, my first car, my first boyfriend, broken hearts, my first job, college, living in 4 states, and co-piloting several thousand miles of driving across the United States. He saw me through the last years of my childhood and into adulthood. I met him because of my love for horses in California and he followed me on my journey which eventually landed us in Colorado, once again because of my love for horses. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I think he loved horses as much as I did. He never chased or barked at them, he just wanted to see them, to smell them. He would trot the fence line endlessly, back and forth, just so he could watch the herd. He loved nothing more than following me along on a trail ride, just behind the horse, never straying.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I never saw Bandit in a bad mood, he was sweet to everyone he met. If you wanted to pet and snuggle him he was in heaven. He loved fetch, and maybe even more than that loved running around next to Spartagus while he caught and retrieved the ball. He loved coming with me on bike rides and he loved coming out to the small local bars with me, standing on his hind legs with impeccable balance to watch the table as my friends and I played pool. He always just wanted to be with me, to be close. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">He aged so well and for a while I thought he’d live forever. He just seemed to tick off the years 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, without ever getting old. At 15 he finally started to slow down and by this winter I knew that he didn’t have forever anymore. Recently I had to transition him to being an outside dog as he couldn’t manage all of his bodily functions. I would sleep with the window open so I could hear him if he needed me during the nights.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I lamented over when it would be his time, I prayed he would go when he was ready. I’ve never made the call to euthanize an animal before and I wanted him to spare me that. I just hoped that he’d peacefully slip away during his sleep. I felt bad he couldn’t be inside, I felt bad he started to not be able to see and hear. Eventually he couldn’t be off leash because he’d wander away. Several nights I drove around with a flashlight trying to find him because he moseyed away if I wasn’t watching closely. I got him diapers, I got him a bell for his collar, I tried everything to keep him happy and comfortable and safe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">All I wanted was some kind of clarity about what to do for him, I wanted to do right by him whatever that meant. I woke up to him crying several times his last night with me. The last time I got up to help him get comfortable again I just knew it was his time. It was like a light switch, I knew that he wasn’t comfortable and happy anymore. His good moments were sorely outweighed by the bad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Dr. Polly is the sweetest, most wonderful person you could ever hope to have treat your animals. When she arrived she gently gave Bandit an exam, when she was done she told me what I had hoped to hear. She said that he lived a full life, was well taken care of, and now it was the perfect time to let him go. There was no fixing his failing health and he could no longer stand up on his own anymore. It wasn’t too early and it wasn’t too late, he didn’t suffer but would if we didn’t help him to pass on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">With the sun shining and the birds singing we sat with Bandit in the tall green grass under the shade of a big tree in our yard. As I talked to him he opened his eyes and wagged his tail one last time. He hadn’t wagged his tail in days, it was like he was telling me he was okay and it was okay and that I would be okay. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">He went peacefully, taking with him a part of my heart that I will never get back and nor would I want to. He was a piece of me, of my life. He lived all of my best memories with me and I will always cherish that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">You’re never ready to say goodbye. It doesn’t seem real that he’s gone forever. I still think I hear him outside at night sometimes, then realize it’s the neighbor dogs. I look for him when I open my front door, expecting to see him sitting under the tree across from my drive. For exactly half of my life he has been by my side… I miss him. I just hope he is peaceful and free now, wherever he is. </span></div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-16858799022423811542016-04-23T17:58:00.000-06:002016-04-23T18:00:39.699-06:00Me & My Shadow - Confidence Building the Natural Way<b>Me and My Shadow-</b><br />
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The outcome of this exercise is to build rapport with your horse. By playing Me and My Shadow you will start proving to your horse that you are interested in seeing things from his point of view.<br />
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1. On the ground, stand in Zone 3 (where you would be if you were riding), and ask your horse to begin walking.<br />
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2. Allow whatever he does. It doesn’t matter if it’s just one step or if he can’t move at all. <br />
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3. Mirror his response with your energy, attitude, posture, speed, and movements. What did your horse do when you asked for the walk?<br />
a. Did he start walking briskly forward? Is he bold and curious? Or is he moving his feet out of fear?<br />
b. Does he stand still or turn his head away? Does he freeze or pin his ears?<br />
c. Does he begin tentatively walking in a straight line? Zig zagging lines? <br />
d. Is he exploring and touching things or spooking and avoiding things?<br />
e. Ask yourself, what does this tell me about my horse's ideas and confidence?<br />
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4. When or if he stops, let him rest for 7 seconds and then ask for forward again.<br />
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5. Continue with the exercise until you begin to find relaxation and harmony with your horse. He should appear more confident, curious, and connected. <br />
a. This could be a lowered head, blowing out, softer eyes, more ease of movement, more willing to sniff and touch things, etc. <br />
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6. When your horse reaches this point the exercise is over.<br />
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If you are familiar with the Passenger Lesson* from the Level 2 FreeStyle program you can think of this as a similar exercise. The difference being you’re on the ground instead of on their back. Both of these exercises are great for building both yours and your horse’s confidence, trust, rapport, harmony, and relaxation together.<br />
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*A Passenger Lesson is a Friendly Game played while riding FreeStyle. To do this you will stay on your Balance Point while pushing on the horse’s neck to properly weight your seat and stay with your horse’s movements. Begin at the walk, then you may progress to the trot and canter. <br />
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Ask your horse to begin in your chosen gait and mirror his energy/attitude/posture/speed/movement. Look where he looks, bend in your body where he bends in his, feel what he’s feeling and just go with him (as long as it’s safe!). If he stops, rub him, then ask him to go again. You’re looking for connection and relaxation from your horse and fluidity and synergy from yourself as a rider.<br />
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The Passenger Lesson will develop your confidence, balance, and fluidity. It will also develop harmony between you and your horse under saddle and expand the horse’s understanding that you won’t micromanage him.<br />
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<b>Safety note:</b> If you can’t bend to a stop from a walk, DO NOT trot. If you can’t bend to a stop from a trot, DO NOT canter.<br />
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Let's start this post with how I like to catch my horses.<br />
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<li>I show up to the barn and get within hearing or eyesight of my horses so they know I'm there. Ideally this happens even if they're very far away. To help this process I've been known to make loud and obnoxious bird calls and other animal sounds to get their attention... when in the company of other people I usually just call out, "heyyyyy pretty laadddiieesssss!" which works just as well as a bird call, however much less fun.</li>
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This logic puts <i>all</i> of the responsibility back on ME if my horse's are hard to catch, or at least not enthusiastic about seeing me. In no way do I <i>ever, ever, ever</i> blame my horse for not coming in or label them as "hard to catch" or "bad catchers". They were fine in the pasture doing what they do until I showed up, so it's the human that needs to take responsibility for adding that variable that caused the horse be hard to catch.</div>
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Some horses are extreme, they see a human and run away! Some just always maintain their distance at an arms length. Some will stand there and watch you approach. Some may walk a little ways to you and stop. I repeat, I want my horses to trot or canter in (or at least walk in with some pep)! That is my ideal catch. </div>
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When I bought Aspen a few years ago she did not want to be caught. She'd see me and walk away, stay out of reach, but eventually resign herself to her fate and let me halter her.</div>
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As we started going through the Parelli Levels Program and building rapport and respect she became more and more interested in seeing me, eventually regarding me with a very positive expression when I would arrive.</div>
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Next thing I knew she was trotting in every day, sometimes even cantering. She was so excited to see me that even when I turned her out after a ride, in a big grassy pasture with her herd mates, she'd often stick with me anyway. Standing at the gate and watching me drive away before moseying out to graze with her pals.</div>
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That has become our norm. However, about a month or so ago she started not greeting me at the gate, eventually walking away when I'd come out with the halter! </div>
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I was really hurt at first and took it a bit personally. It'd be like knocking on your best friend's door and having them snap close the blinds and hide. So I began reflecting on our last several sessions, realizing I'd been using her for a lot of beginner Level 1 lessons and not doing as much <i>for her</i> as she was for me.</div>
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I thought eventually the problem would just go away and she'd be happy to see me after a few "regular" sessions with me and not students. Nope. She wasn't impressed and preferred if I didn't come for her.</div>
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So I went back to my favorite thing to do with my horses whenever something isn't right in our relationship or if I've had to make a big "withdraw" from our relationship bank. Undemanding time.</div>
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I began taking her out and not even brushing her (she doesn't much prefer to be brushed), I wouldn't even look at her, I just took her to some grass and sat with her while she grazed. I did this for several days, which was hard because I wanted to ride and do things! I forced myself not to even think about riding when we were together so there was absolutely no pressure on her.</div>
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Then, all of a sudden one day I showed up and she walked right up to me with forward ears and bright eyes. She was happy to see me! Last night she cantered to me for the first time in a couple months! Victory! </div>
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Here is a little video from tonight of her seeing me as I walked down the fence line to the gate. I want to be clear that this is not about bribery, treats, or food. The change occurred because I did something that <i>she wanted to do!</i> Now, that might be a little different for another horse, maybe your horse likes being brushed or going exploring On Line, however Aspen does not. She just wanted zero pressure and to be in my company, the bonus was the grazing. So you see here she looks happy to see me and connected.</div>
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And here's a video of her from last summer, her usual catch! She left grain and a herd of horses (which you can't see over the hill) to greet me at the gate! </div>
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I did an Externship course at the Parelli ranch a couple years ago and 6 weeks into the 12 week course students' horses were starting to sour. They didn't want to be caught and were becoming dull to the idea of being played with and ridden... Most of them except Aspen. She maintained her excitement to see me and our Liberty (our best and favorite Savvy) continued to be awesome! I mention our Liberty because this is a truth test when you take off the halter, you get to see how they're really feeling about you especially when you start making requests of them. I had several students asking me how and why our draw was so good, our catching was so good, and our relationship was still solid. </div>
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In a herd environment horses are spending 24 hours a day together. Maybe only 10 - 30 minutes of that time are they pushing each other around. It could be more if you have very playful horses, but in our herd it's minimal. There are 1,440 minutes in a day and say only 20-30 minutes of that they are pushing on each other, that's <b>only 2% of their time together that isn't undemanding!</b> </div>
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Compare when we show up, we spend 1 hour a day with our horses and 100% of that time we're pushing on them, asking them to do things on our timeline and under our goals. You can see why horses would rather be with each other than us!</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-88339809952907995022016-03-22T20:04:00.001-06:002016-03-22T20:13:33.165-06:00When is an offer not an offer anymore?Okay, so I know that I owe everyone a Level 3 blog and it's coming! These Levels blogs are harder than I thought, so I want it to be perfect for you. I also want to say <b>thank you</b> for all of your warm emails and comments in response to my Levels journey. It is my privilege to inspire and help you any way I can in your journey.<br />
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This blog is about knowing the difference between when your horse is <i>offering</i> you something and when he's taking over, either as an assumption or to dominate the situation.<br />
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<b>First we need to know, what is an offer?</b> To me, an offer is when my horse is asking me questions and offering to try something for me. She's <b>connected to my thoughts</b> and trying to satisfy my request. She's <b>looking for a release through communication</b>. <br />
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Remember that <i>communication is two or more individuals sharing and understanding an idea</i> - so this is a mutual experience. We're sharing ideas, I'm making suggestions, and she's offering up possible answers and checking in.<br />
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<b>When a horse is taking over</b> it can happen in a few ways, by <b>making an assumption or trying to dominate you</b>. What does that look like? For me, it's different in my two horses, both extroverts, but one is Left Brain and the other is Right Brain.<br />
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My Left Brain Extrovert mare may or may not try what I'm asking. Sometimes she just checks out and does her own thing. She ignores me, stays out of reach, gets big, gets fast - whatever it takes so I can't control her feet. Most frequently she doesn't wait for me to finish my request (extrovert!) and then does her own thing. <br />
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For example, say we're at Liberty and I want to send her on a circle, I'll back her out and before I can send she'll just pick a direction and blast off. Now she's on a circle, which is what I wanted, but not through communication. She didn't wait to see if I was going to ask her to come back in, like a Yo-Yo, or which direction to go if I were to send on a circle, she just made an assumption and went. <br />
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This is her taking over the game and dominating me by not fulfilling my request. Now she's going around, ignoring what speed or direction I want her to go. Then she will look at me with two ears and run in. To someone else this might seem like exuberance and a great draw, but what's really happening is, on solely her terms, she decided the game was over and came in. In her mind she feels smart and playful and like she is dominant over me. She kind of did what I wanted but on her own agenda, thereby controlling the situation. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blasting off, having fun, and ignoring me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Decided the game was over and ran in and tried mugging me for treats.</td></tr>
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The Left Brain horses are usually looking for fun, freedom, and dominance so they're going to try and outsmart and outmaneuver you by making assumptions.<br />
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When my Right Brain Extrovert mare takes over she's usually looking for comfort by doing something she knows. I've taught her the Spanish Walk, and it's become one of her go-to things to try when she's confused or looking for a release. If she's not sure what I want she'll try Spanish Walk, if she wants a treat she'll Spanish Walk. This is how specialty movements (like the Spanish Walk or rear for example) turn into <i>tricks</i> instead of <i>mutual conversation</i>. The horse knows that when she learned Spanish Walk she got lots of love and rest and treats. It made her feel good, smart, and secure. So naturally, if she's feeling unconfident she's going to try something she feels really good about doing - she is thinking by doing this it will make me happy and I will take the pressure off.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When I was first teaching her to pick up her feet with me in preparation for the Spanish Walk. She's connected and thinking about my request, this was an offer.</td></tr>
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The Right Brain horse is looking for reassurance and validation by doing something they understand and know very well. She's taking over our session by doing this but her intention is a little different than my Left Brain horses.<br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">An offer is something your horse is trying to do in an honest effort to have a conversation with you and satisfy what you're asking.</span></b> </i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A takeover is when your horse is making an assumption about what you want and/or doing something entirely different from what you're asking in order to control the situation. </b></span></i></div>
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You've likely heard the saying, "Expect a lot, accept a little, reward the slightest try." For me, I sometimes equate offer with effort. Is she trying and honestly looking for an answer? Is she thinking through the process and hunting for that "open door", the release? If so, that's an offer.<br />
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I want for her to be checking in, listening to my body language, following my ideas, and stay connected. <br />
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When I'm playing with her and she starts trying things I'm not asking for, before I correct her and squelch her play and confidence I ask myself a couple things: Is she offering something and checking back in or is she just doing things and checking out? Can I control that behavior or is it out of my control?<br />
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3-Star Parelli Pro Lillan Roquet recently said that "a horse will always do what the understand first, the last thing they do is what they learn." I feel like this is so important when determining if your horse is making offers or assumptions. <br />
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You have to be a strong enough leader with a ton of focus and willpower and crystal clear body language so your horse can find the answer. If you're muddy in your request the horse won't know what to do and is going to try something they already know. So I need to be sure I am being exact in my communication with my horse. <br />
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I know she's going to do a lot of things before she gets to the right answer when she's learning and that's okay. <br />
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When she knows what we're doing, it's something we've done 100 times, and she's doing something else despite my clear request - then I know it's a take over.<br />
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A quick story-<br />
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When I first got Aspen and was beginning to play with jumps I would always be really sure to play it just like Pat does in Level 1 and 2, as a Squeeze Game. Jump, turn, face, wait. Pretty soon Aspen would drag me to a jump, jump it, then turn-face-wait, usually coming in after a few seconds for a cookie.<br />
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I thought this was so cool! She really got it! She was hunting the jump, she was turning and facing, and then checking in with me. <br />
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What was really happening was she'd see the jump, know the pattern and just take over because she knew how to get herself some comfort. If I wanted to change course or ask her to keep going after the jump that just wasn't an option. She was doing it that same way, every time, no matter what. That was her making assumptions, looking for reassurance and confidence.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here we were circling and she detoured for the jump, did it, and came right back to me. When what she should have been doing was staying on the circle while I stayed in neutral... Maintain gait/maintain direction!</td></tr>
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Not long into that habit I created in her, it switched from reassurance and confidence as her motivation to her just doing it, very left brain, because she wanted her damn cookie. If I asked her to keep going after the jump or stop before it, or anything besides jump-turn-face-wait she'd throw a tantrum. This was the switch from RB to LB and her motivation in taking over. This was <i>not</i> an offer.<br />
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<b>I created this situation through my lack of progression and my lack of being particular without being critical.</b> I didn't understand how to keep the conversation interesting and engaging in which we were sharing ideas and advancing our skills. I also didn't know how to up the ante, even just a little and say, "hey you can jump AND keep going on this circle for 3 laps." Because I didn't do that I just keep reinforcing her behavior until she went on autopilot.<br />
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The first time I got really clear that she needed to keep going after the jump and not just run in for a treat it blew her mind. At first she had a small fit, then lost some confidence, then realized I was just being firm but fair, and our connection and draw skyrocketed. <br />
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We were back to having a two way conversation, not just me saying, "How about you..." and her cutting me off going, "Yeah, yeah I got it!.. Oh heck no, I don't do anything after a jump besides turn-face-wait!!! Now, where's my cookie?!!" <br />
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This was a defining moment for me in my horsemanship. It's something I still am learning about and feeling from my horses.<br />
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<b>Do you have horses that offer or take assumptions? Tell me in the comments!</b></div>
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-39630465604979639052016-01-19T10:54:00.000-07:002016-01-19T10:54:29.728-07:00It's all feedback!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aspen and I last summer riding during sunset.</td></tr>
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-68436143454347689002016-01-18T20:26:00.001-07:002016-01-19T13:35:35.545-07:00Parelli Level 2... Why does it take so long?!I've been putting off this post about Level 2 for about as long as it took me to finish Level 2.... FOREVER! Mostly because I didn't know where to start as it was a journey that took several years to finish.<br />
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I passed the <b><a href="http://myhorsemanship.blogspot.com/2015/12/parelli-level-1-what-do-you-learn.html" target="_blank">original Parelli Level 1 with Mocha</a></b>, my Left Brain Extrovert ex-race horse. Right around that time I was packing up and moving to Montana to pursue a Bachelor of Science degree in Natural Horsemanship from the University of Montana-Western in Dillon. <br />
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Not long after I got to Montana Mocha injured his hock and I had to retire him. I needed a horse for my college program and didn't have much time to search around for the perfect partner. Some "settling" had to happen and I went from a big, sexy Thoroughbred to a chubby sport pony!<br />
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He was round as a rainbow, a solid 14.2h (just small enough so I could jump on bareback!), and a beautiful smokey grulla color with pinto markings and a dorsal stripe. He was fancy, he was athletic, and he could buck!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pony and I.</td></tr>
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I had Level 2 going pretty well with Mocha but I was a little lost starting over with this introverted pony. I had a hard time reading him, he wasn't interested in me, he didn't want to play, and he was unpredictable and explosive (sound like a Right Brain Introvert by chance?). Riding him felt like riding a ninja with dynamite in his feet.<br />
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I had this little guy throughout college, which was unfortunately very anti-Parelli, I focused on my academic studies and not so much on the Parelli Levels Program.<br />
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Not long before I got The Pony (that was his terribly original name) I had been in a bad accident with a colt and had been suffering confidence issues since. With The Pony I was getting bucked off all the time. My Natural Horsemanship program instructors couldn't help me with his bucking issues and there were no other Parelli people around. It was terribly damaging to my confidence and I was constantly hurt and either at the chiropractor or the hospital.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pony and I at La Cense toward the end of college.</td></tr>
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When I graduated college and no longer needed a horse for my program I sold him and decided to get out of horses all together. I was discouraged and feeling like a failure. I didn't have the guts and bravery to ride difficult horses. I didn't have anyone supporting my Parelli dreams when I was struggling. I had lost my Levels horse to an injury. I had had an accident and was burdened with confidence issues because of it. And then I had a horse that was bucking me off all through college... It was time to move on.<br />
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Now, reflecting back on where I was at with The Pony when I sold him I realized we definitely could have filmed and passed our Level 2 - if not some of Level 3 as well. But I never submitted any Auditions, I felt like I just wasn't good enough and nothing was going well. I was scared of him and anyone with fear issues certainly didn't deserve Level 2 (or so I told myself).<br />
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Being horseless didn't last long. About a year later I was ready to get back in the game and try again. I bought what I thought was an easy, mellow horse to bring along through the Levels. She turned out to be a lot more spirited than I had anticipated and turned out to be a fairly extreme Right Brain Extrovert. I officially had my hands full once again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aspen not long after I bought her.</td></tr>
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You may know her as Aspen, my now Level 4 horse... but then she was kind of scary and not easy. What did I get myself into? <br />
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I wasn't sure what to do with this challenging horse but I was sure that I wasn't going to give up on my dream again. I found a Parelli Instructor, she lived 100 miles away. I found another Parelli Savvy Club member about 65 miles away. Luckily for me I was in the middle of the two of them and a perfect meeting place for a group lesson.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aspen and I during a lesson with my Parelli Instructor back in Montana.</td></tr>
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With the help of my Parelli Instructor my goals of passing Level 2 were renewed. By the end of 2011 things were going pretty well and with her encouragement I signed up for a Fast Track course at the Parelli Ranch in Pagosa Springs for the summer of 2012. <br />
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Having this course coming the following summer was a great motivator to hurry up and get serious about studying and practicing.<br />
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I saw my horse nearly every day, it didn't matter if it was 40 below zero and windy, I was out there if even only to say hello and put a "deposit" in our relationship bank.<br />
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Summer 2012 rolled around and I sent off my Level 2 Auditions a few weeks prior to my departure for my course. I found out during the first week of class that I passed my Level 2 On Line Audition with a Level 3 and got a Level 2++ on our FreeStyle! I was thrilled!<br />
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SIX LONG YEARS after passing Level 1 with Mocha, after being told I should be able to pass my Level 3 within a few months with him, and a handful of horses later, I finally passed Level 2. Wow.<br />
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Reflecting on why a few simple tasks too me so long was painful. They were all things I could do with Mocha before his injury, things I could do with The Pony, and things Aspen and I could do for a while before we actually filmed. <br />
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So what was the problem? It was my lack of confidence in myself and in my horse. It was my desire to have it perfect (apparently I didn't actually learn that lesson the first time). But it was also because Level 2 was HARD!<br />
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In my opinion it's the hardest Level. You just barely have basic skills in Level 1 and the goal isn't just slightly better skills in Level 2. You're heading towards a finished product of getting pretty handy with your ropes and riding, while your horse becomes dependable and reliable. The ropes are longer, the tasks are more refined, the phases are lighter, and you have to be in control.<br />
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Level 2 has a lot to do with Emotional Fitness for you and your horse, it's about impulsion. Is your whoa and go equal? I don't mean you and your horse, I mean YOUR impulsion! Can you set and achieve measurable goals? Can you stay progressive or slow down when you need to? Can you let go of perfection and just get out there and do it while embracing the role of <i>Learner</i>? I had to be able to answer all of these questions before I was ready to graduate Level 2.<br />
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I realized that all my progress started happening when I really committed to it. I went out to see my horse before and after work or between shifts, I'd use lunch breaks to get a quick 15 minutes in with her. I had lessons as often as I could afford (which wasn't often) to help accelerate my progress. It was about staying on track, the tasks, the Audition, but it was also abut the relationship. <br />
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I began investing in Aspen as my equal and my partner. Pretty soon she went from challenging, spirited, and very hard to catch to RUNNING to me across a 50 acre pasture, ears pricked and happy to see me. She'd follow me everywhere at Liberty, including leaving hay and horses behind to be with me. It was all these pieces that began speeding us along toward success.<br />
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The road to your next milestone is long in Level 2. At least for me it was. I mean, heck, I was that girl that nearly hung herself with her 12' line! A 22' line in combination with a variety of challenging horses, injuries, lack of support, and lack of confidence made the journey seem impossible at times. I felt for so long I wasn't good enough, but I was! I just had to <i>want</i> it <i>more</i> than I wanted to just accept that I wasn't cut out for horses.<br />
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Level 2 is what changed me - not only in my horsemanship, but it really peeled back my next layer as a human being and caused an evolution in how I thought about myself and the world around me.<br />
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For anyone in Level 2 - and this is coming from a Right Brain Introvert - JUST DO IT! :) Keep at it, don't give up, get support, watch DVDs, audit and participate in anything you can, and <i>film, film, film! </i> The more you film the more you'll learn about yourself when you play it back and watch, the more comfortable you'll get on camera, and the more you'll believe that you actually can do this.<br />
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Here's my Parelli Level 2 On Line Audition:<br />
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NOTE: <span class="expanded"> I realized as I was writing this it was
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around on loose reins. Then I realized this is exactly what it needs to
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up I was able to progress. <br /><br />Interesting stuff! :)</span>Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-54970695113833307342016-01-11T12:50:00.001-07:002016-01-11T12:50:20.341-07:00Love yourself... ♥<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-57803890442853220462016-01-08T18:26:00.004-07:002016-01-18T21:07:44.564-07:00Passing Parelli Level 1This is a follow up to my post <a href="http://myhorsemanship.blogspot.com/2015/12/parelli-level-1-what-do-you-learn.html" target="_blank"><b>Parelli Level 1 - What Do You Learn?</b></a> because I forgot to tell you how I passed my Level 1!<br />
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The opportunity to participate in a clinic with 3-Star Parelli Professional Terry Wilson came up. He was offering two clinics: basic Level 1 and Advanced Level 1/Beginning Level 2. </div>
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At that time Level 1 had riding in it and the Audition (then called an Assessment) included 21 minutes of trotting! I hemmed and hawed with where I was at, if I was good enough to take the Adv. L1/L2 clinic or if I should stick to the safe route and go with the basic L1.</div>
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We learned so much but I still didn't feel ready to do my Level 1 Assessment. At that time Parelli Instructors could do live assessments in the field with students so most of the clinic participants signed up to assess with Terry.</div>
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He smiled and then handed me my red string. "Congratulations," he said, "I saw you playing and riding during the clinic. You and Mocha should be ready to pass your Level 3 in a few months, you are more than ready for your red string. Don't doubt yourself so much."</div>
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I was thrilled, flattered, and feeling a little undeserving but trusted Terry's judgement of my skills. It was a big lesson for me in a lot of ways. </div>
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First, assessing for your Level doesn't mean that you and your horse are perfect. An Audition is all about showing your savvy and ability to problem solve, it's not about having each task PERFECT. If you were perfect you'd be Pat Parelli.</div>
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Second, I learned to believe in myself a little more. Fear and doubt will hold you back, so trust the process, trust yourself, trust your horse and take chances. This is true for all areas of life.</div>
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With that, I was the proud owner of a bright red Level 1 string and a clear vision of where to go next in my horsemanship. Level 2! </div>
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-9958087479826606012015-12-28T22:28:00.000-07:002016-01-11T09:58:49.875-07:00Parelli Level 1 - What Do You Learn?<b>For me, the Parelli Levels Program is THE most important part of Parelli. </b><br />
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It is the ultimate step-by-step pathway to truly understanding how your horse thinks and how you can bring out the best in him. Naturally and without you even knowing it, the Levels Program will cause you to become who your horse needs you to be so that you may <i>earn</i> the role of herd leader.<br />
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This is the first in a series of posts, I'm going to be writing 4 blogs, one for each Level I have completed and share a little about that journey. <br />
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<b>So, this post is all about Level 1.</b> <b> The MOST important Level. </b><br />
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By the time you complete Level 4 you will realize that everything you needed to know you learned in Level 1. Level 4 is simply Level 1 with excellence.<br />
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<b>Here is a very brief overview of my horse experience before I began Level 1:</b><br />
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I got into horses as a very young child (around 2.5 years old) as I needed lots of physical therapy for various balance, strength, and sensory perception issues I had as a child. My love of horses was born, a passion unlike any other was ignited inside me.<br />
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At 14 I had saved enough money to buy a horse and got involved with horses in a very "normal and traditional" way. I worked at various barns cleaning stalls and riding my horse as often as I could. Eventually I started volunteering at an off-track Thoroughbred barn and got into jumping. Between 14 and 19 I learned a lot about how to make horses do things. There wasn't a horse I was afraid of, nor was there a horse I couldn't find a way to make do what I wanted, whether it was bigger bits, tighter nose bands, or sedatives. It didn't always feel good but I thought it was the only way to be with horses.<br />
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<b>Enter one inspiring woman and her Parelli Levels horse at my new barn, playing at Liberty on a beautiful summer afternoon. I was awed, dazzled, and totally hooked.</b><br />
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Under her tutelage I began Level 1 with my young, off-track Thoroughbred gelding (I now know he was a Left Brain Extrovert). He was fast, dominant, pushy, opinionated, and mesmerizing. He was like a Ferrari and I was in love. <br />
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Everything he did I thought was beautiful and fancy, even if it was actually dangerous. My new mentor, Terry, quickly made it clear to me he was not always to be admired, he needed to be controlled. <br />
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It was unacceptable for him to drag me along behind him, head braced in the halter and bearing down on the lead rope so that he towed me along like a skier. It was also unacceptable for him not to stop when I was riding, to buck in the canter, to paw, to invade my space, to bite and mouth me, knock my hat off, head butt me, wiggle and twist, and the list went on.<br />
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Terry loaned me all the gear I needed to get started: a Parelli rope halter, 12' line, and a Carrot Stick and Savvy String. Gone was my buttery soft leather halter and flimsy white cotton lead. <br />
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I now had a rope long enough to hang myself with and a giant, stiff whip that I was sure was meant to trip me or my horse (or poke our eyes out) at any given moment.<br />
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With Terry at the helm of my transformation I was ready to become a natural horseman!<br />
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<b>Task 1:</b> Understand my horse is a prey animal and I am a predator. Overcome that barrier by playing the Friendly Game. He should stand still, relaxed, with his head down, and eyes soft while I flailed around like a loon with my new tools.<br />
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This went great for about 10 seconds until he decided that this was all too exciting and stimulating and turned into some kind of African gazelle performing aires above the ground (and over my head) that any Spanish Riding School of Vienna attendee would have been jealous of. <br />
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This was a hard thing for me to watch. Terry had to step in because he was all but climbing on me demanding a piggy-back ride! She politely asked him to back out of our space but he came forward. She wiggled the rope firmer and bigger and on he came. <br />
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Pretty soon the rope was flying back and forth and she had her stick in the air to make herself bigger. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and inched forward. She was calm, explaining that what he was doing was known as Opposition Reflex and he needed to learn what the appropriate response to pressure was (respect). <br />
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I wanted to tell her to stop and I wanted to hug him. I felt so bad for him, it looked awful and everyone in the barn was staring. All of a sudden Terry quit what she was doing. "Did you see that?" she asked. I hadn't seen anything aside from my poor horse getting hit in the face with the rope. "He thought about going backward." She then explained about rewarding the slightest try. It would be mind, body, weight, feet. His mind had went backward just for a moment. <br />
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Within a few minutes he was backing away from her at a Phase 1 or 2, ears pricked, relaxed, licking and chewing. He wasn't afraid, he wasn't even put out and grumpy/dominant looking. He was interested! He was drawn to her! <b>My mind was blown. </b><br />
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I then got the Carrot Person and Stick Person talk. If left to my own devices I was a Carrot Person; loving, soft, treats, bribes, and zero leadership. I knew plenty of the Stick People; bigger bits, whips, lip chains, blaming the horse, and also zero leadership.<br />
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The goal for a Parelli student was to be a "Carrot Stick Person", an extreme middle of the roadist. <b>Knowing how to be as soft as possible but as firm as necessary all while having an attitude of justice. </b><br />
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After that little lesson on backing up I could safely lead my horse without getting run over or drug along. I could even stand and have a conversation with someone without getting mugged! I could just send him out 12 feet away and park him in my imaginary box and that was that.<br />
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The Friendly Game was a breeze after that, this horse had buckets of confidence around people. Check.<br />
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<b>Task 2:</b> The Porcupine Game wins the horse's mind, they understand how to have an appropriate response to steady pressure.<br />
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This is when I seriously considered quitting Parelli. My horse hated this Game therefore I hated this Game. I tried to skip ahead but Terry was firm that I stick with it. It wouldn't take longer than 2 days she said as I set there pushing against my horse with all my might, trying to find an effective Phase 4.<br />
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He would grind his teeth, pin his ears, stomp his feet, swish his tail, and give me the stink eye. I would sweat and curse and whine and push. I wasn't rewarding the MIND, I was waiting for the whole dang horse to move to East Asia before I was going to release.<br />
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Finally, some days into this Terry came over and asked him to yield his hindquarters with just a light phase but her focus was strong, she was patient, intent, and released as he flicked an ear that direction. She rubbed, she waited, she asked again, he yielded. I thought I might hug her and slap her at the same time. I had been at this for days and it was so easy for her! I secretly think she may have enjoyed watching the battle.<br />
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<b>Task 3:</b> Play with the Driving and Yo-Yo Games. We had this going pretty well, even though he liked to test me in all kinds of interesting ways. He'd yield super fast, super slow, crooked, he'd go back 12 feet then put just one foot forward and look at me, ears forward, waiting for me to make my move. I finally had my horse's respect (okay, a <i>little</i> respect) but I definitely had his interest!<br />
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<b>Task 4: </b>Play the Circling Game, he should go out on a Circle and maintain gait and direction all while keeping slack in the rope. <br />
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This is where I could see the previous Games really coming in to play here. I had had a horse before him that I could not lunge, ever. She'd fly backward and wouldn't ever go on the circle. I'd chase her tail around, slapping the ground like I was having a seizure and she'd just run backward and keep facing me (basically just what I was telling her to do).<br />
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Now, I could see why that had never worked. With all my previous Games in place I could back my horse away from me, lead his nose (Porcupine Game) on the circle and then swing my stick and string at his shoulder and get his feet moving to follow his nose (Driving Game)... and off he went! <br />
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It was so fancy. I could stand there and he'd motor around while I suavely passed that rope behind my back, Carrot Stick wedged in my belt. I was sure I was the sexiest thing that ever held a 12' line. No longer was I in danger of hanging myself with it and as long as my stick was wedged in my belt my eyes were safe from being poked out.<br />
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I could disengage my horse's hindquarters and he'd trot in to me. Yeah, I was good. I owned that 12' line.<br />
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<b>Task 5:</b> Play with Sideways and Squeeze, looking for relaxation and confidence. I had buckets of connection and draw, so protecting my space and driving him away really helped with his respect for me; interestingly enough his relaxation would follow that.<br />
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We pranced and danced Sideways everywhere. We Squeezed over logs, between stall doors, under trees, and through narrow gates. <br />
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My once dragon-flavored, majestic beast of a horse was now a lot more manageable (still majestic) and safe to be around. I went from being his rag doll to someone worth his attention. He galloped to the gate when we saw me (across 50 acres), he nickered to me, for the first time I felt wanted by a horse. It was so cool.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mocha, intersted in what I'm reading.</td></tr>
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<b>What did I learn?</b> I learned that my horse could respect me <i>and</i> like me at the same time. There were such things as boundaries and if I was firm and fair then those boundaries created a lot of draw and connection with my horse. <br />
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It finally dawned on me that he was a prey animal and I was a predator, meaning that we had a completely different set of priorities in life. My understanding of horse psychology tripled and I began to think laterally, to become a problem solver, and to see the fun and inspiration in uncovering challenges and things my horse couldn't do. <br />
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Now, these things were pretty basic at that Level for me, but nonetheless I became an "oh boy!" and "how interesting!" person when something didn't go as planned.<br />
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Gone were the days that I was sure that my horse's behaviors were just "the way he was". I now KNEW I could shape ANYTHING once I had the savvy into something I wanted from my horse. I could repurpose all of his fanciness into useful things that didn't involve compromising my chances of seeing the sunrise the next morning.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Excuse the swimsuit, I was working on some necessary Vitamin D consumption that day.</td></tr>
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The Levels are like rungs on a ladder. Think of the top of the ladder being the thing you want to do most with your horse - a sport, trail riding, hunting, etc. <br />
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Each rung before it is a piece of your foundation. So many people just jump straight for the top of the ladder. They skip all the steps at the bottom. You need these. I repeat, YOU NEED THESE! They are your foundation! How the heck are you going to get down if you manage to get to the top of your 50' ladder and things go awry and you have no lower rungs? You're just screwed. Things get worse and you have no out, nothing to fall back on and no where to go.<br />
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Each rung builds on the one before it. Level 1 skills set you up to naturally progress into Level 2 and so forth. As you get into the Levels you discover there are Savvys. Level 1 only has On Line - just one rung. Level 2 has On Line and FreeStyle (2 rungs). Level 3 has On Line, FreeStyle, and Liberty (3 rungs). Level 4 as On Line, FreeStyle, Liberty, and Finesse (4 rungs).<br />
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If you're me, for example, when something goes wrong in your Level 4 Finesse you'll come to realize the rung that needs oiling was probably one in your Level 2 set. If I had skipped over some of that rung (which I would neevverrr do!) it wouldn't be surprising at all to see it turn up later when I was trying to do something more complex and intricate with my horse.<br />
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I'm not trying to beat a dead horse here (I mean, what kind of jerk does that?!) but I really, really mean it! The foundation, the Levels Program, is everything! <br />
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It's so important to do it in order, even if you're an advanced horse person (you'll just whiz through it then!). <br />
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You develop your horse by going forward but you fix what's not working by going backward. If you have all your pieces in place this diagnostic system works quite well and makes horse training simple and fun (however, not always easy - but nothing in life worth having ever is).<br />
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<b>Level 1 changed my horse and more importantly it changed me.</b> It set me on a lifelong path of never-ending self-improvement, of seeing challenges with horses and training (and life!) as "oh boy!" and "how interesting" moments, and of <b>helping me become someone worth the admiration of a horse.</b><br />
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***UPDATE*** I realize I didn't talk about my Audition and how I passed! Here you go! <b><a href="http://myhorsemanship.blogspot.com/2016/01/passing-parelli-level-1.html">http://myhorsemanship.blogspot.com/2016/01/passing-parelli-level-1.html</a></b><br />
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-33608293834187382472015-12-18T19:30:00.000-07:002015-12-18T19:36:30.247-07:00What is it called when you care too much? Hint... It's not emotional fitness!This year I learned a big life lesson and something very important about myself. I learned that it is possible to care too much about something - especially something that is out of your scope of control.<br />
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Without going into too much detail there was a situation in which I cared so much about the outcome and wanted the best for others that I was unable to take a step back and be objective when I needed to.<br />
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When you become so deeply involved in something you lose sight of the big picture, your emotional investment overrides your mental ability to be rational. Regardless of your intentions, when your scale is tipped heavily to the side of emotions you simply are not operating in a place of centered awareness.<br />
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This can happen with horsemanship too. The emotion is ambition. We're so enthused and impassioned to reach our goals that we, at times, can over do it. We push, and try, and drill, and become frustrated when it doesn't go as planned.<br />
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As you know, fear and frustration have no place in horse training. These are emotions the horse just can't compute. The horse reads us as extremely predatory when we are in that type of mindset. Naturally, this isn't going to help you achieve your goals. <br />
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Making a choice not to care too much doesn't mean you shouldn't have goals and it certainly doesn't mean that you shouldn't care about things; it just means you need to stay balanced in your perception of reality.<br />
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"Too" is the operative word in my statement. Don't care <i>too</i> much. That means <i>more</i> than is helpful, necessary, and productive to a situation or person. You can love something without overdoing it. This is where having good emotional fitness comes in.<br />
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Emotional fitness can mean so many things, if you ask Pat he says it's being in a situation when you have butterflies, being able to control your butterflies and have them fly in formation. Linda says it is staying left brain in a right brain situation. Dr. Jenny Susser says it is having the ability to rise to meet a difficult situation without compromising your ethics and character. <br />
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I would add to their sentiments and say that emotional fitness is being able to be aware of yourself so much so that you <b>know when you're not being emotionally fit and then remove yourself from that situation</b>. It's okay if your butterflies don't fly in formation, or if you're not left brain, and if you can't rise up to meet that difficult time. <br />
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What is critical is being aware enough to know that you can't or aren't ready to handle something and walk away! Take the time it takes to find your center again before diving in head first to handle something, especially when you are extremely invested in it.<br />
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In my case this year, though what I wanted to have happen would have been best for everyone involved, it wasn't my place to force that on them. People have to find their own way, make their own mistakes, and pick themselves up after a fall. I can't make other people's way for them and if I ever do I am robbing them of a valuable learning experience. <br />
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Remember this applies to your horsemanship too! Let your horse take you through the journey at their pace, they will learn so much more and the end result will be pure. Your horse is in charge of the principles and the timeline and you are in charge of the purpose and goals. <br />
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Our greatest gift to others (and our horses) is to let them live their lives - let them own their experiences. It's a beautiful thing to care deeply about your career, your partner, your children, your horses, and your dreams - just make sure you stay as centered as possible under pressure when you have a high emotional investment.<br />
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I hope that there are people and things in your life that you care about like crazy, love with all you have inside of you, and strive to support every day. Just don't take over and let your idea of what you think <i>should be</i> cloud what is out of your control and isn't your business to change.<br />
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Go forth now, love life and be emotionally fit!<br />
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-21676220226185910562015-11-09T19:48:00.000-07:002015-11-09T19:48:24.041-07:00How to Clean Your Parelli Ropes<i>"Pat Parelli was inspired by Tom Dorrance’s advice that horses need to be
able to drift and teeter. During ground work, your horse needs to be
able to move out a bit and have enough room to turn and face you, get
control and then come back. For this reason, you should choose rope that
moves through your hands smoothly to avoid jerking your horse.</i><br />
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<i>Parelli rope is smooth, slightly forgiving, and will flow through your
hands as your horse needs additional space. Rather than drag your horse
from point A to point B, our ropes are designed to allow for drift and
teeter by both the nature of what they are made of, as well as the
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<i>The rope you usually see used for halters and leads is typically nylon rope and was never designed to withstand the unique challenges
an equine application presents. Nylon rope stretches, can become stiff
with use, increases in size over time and absorbs unwanted moisture.</i><br />
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100% polyester [yachting] rope used at Parelli has been specifically engineered
with horsemanship use in mind. Parelli's rope is dirt, sweat, mildew, rot, and UV resistant. This means that your rope will stay truer to it's
original form longer, without fading, stretching, popping or elongating." (parelli.com) </i><br />
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So how are you caring for your rope to ensure you get the most life out of it? Are you throwing it in the wash with bleach or detergent? Are you not washing it at all? <br />
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Here are some best practice tips when it comes to washing your Parelli ropes:<br />
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<li>A plain water rinse does wonders to reduce build up of sand and dirt. Spray down with a hose or let sit in a bucket of water for a few minutes then "squeedgy" out the water. You can do this with your hand by squeezing the rope and sliding your hand down it's length.</li>
<li>If they're really dirty and you're going to wash your ropes in the washing machine put them in pillowcases first. This does a couple of things:</li>
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<li>It helps keep your ropes from wrapping around the center agitator of the washer (if you have that style washing machine).</li>
<li>It keeps the snap from banging around in your washer.</li>
<li>It protects the ropes and gentles the action of the washer on them.</li>
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<li>Use a gentle cycle. These ropes are surprisingly easy to clean and don't require high heat or a lot of action to get them clean - this will only accelerate their deterioration. </li>
<li>Use a mild detergent or none at all! Soaps can reduce many of the desired properties of the rope such as it's UV resistance, smooth feel, and elasticity. Use a soap with a pH between 7 and 9, or just use a fabric softener in a small/medium amount.</li>
<li>Never use bleach or abrasive soaps. Never!</li>
<li>Let air dry, if you dry with heat you may shrink or warp the core of the rope.</li>
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-50872366258666025622015-11-02T13:03:00.001-07:002015-11-16T09:21:58.943-07:00A few photos from Sunday, 11/1/15<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-73608985814869832652015-10-01T10:57:00.000-06:002015-10-01T10:59:07.470-06:00Beating the barbed wire and winning the Porcupine Game<br />
I went out on a trail ride a couple nights ago with a friend who's never been on a horse before. I saddled up the horses and asked Aspen to be a good girl. This was a situation that I knew would require a "withdraw" from our relationship bank.<br />
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I make as many deposits as I possibly can to our relationship bank through undemanding time, Friendly Game, grazing walks/rides, and doing things that Aspen likes and feels really smart doing.<br />
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She's not a confident horse as she is innately a Right Brain Extrovert - so leading out on a trail ride while ponying another horse with the expectation that she needs to be a solid partner for me is a big ask. That's the withdraw - you have to behave and put the needs of the group first. <br />
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It is times like these that consequently raise my leadership in her eyes though. Sometimes you just gotta do something and trust me. When she comes out the other side it only reaffirms to her that I can make decisions on her behalf that were safe and comfortable.<br />
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Now don't get me wrong, if she had a serious break in confidence or disconnect from me then I would have gotten off and addressed that. But as it were, I just needed her to trust me, to trust in herself and lead the ride calmly. <br />
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As we were riding along I could feel Aspen wanting to do a lot of things besides walk down the trail. She wanted to spook and gawk, she wanted to prance and jig a bit, and she wanted to kick the horse I was ponying.<br />
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But she didn't actually <i>do</i> any of those things. She was trying so hard to listen to my seat and energy as we went<br />
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All of a sudden she stopped, took a strange and halting half step then backed up. She looked back at me over her shoulder. I could tell something was wrong and looked down to see we had become completely ensnared in some barbed wire I hadn't seen in the tall grass.<br />
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I jumped off and noticed the other horse was tangled in the same wire as Aspen. Stay calm I told myself.<br />
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I asked Aspen to pick up her feet in turn and managed to get her out of the wire, then asked her to stand quietly while I untangled the other horse.<br />
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And that's it. It turned out to be a complete non-event, which is the best part!<br />
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Aspen would have never stood quietly as the lead horse on a trail ride while I untangled barbed wire from her and another horse when I first got her. She would have kicked it and twisted it and it likely would have ripped her and the other horse to shreds.<br />
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Thanks to Parelli Aspen knows how to yield to pressure, how to trust me as her leader.<br />
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She felt that Porcupine Game around her legs and stopped and waited. She looked to me for help and guidance and knew I would help her solve the puzzle.<br />
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The ride finished out smoothly, the horses were calm and happy by the time we got back, and thankfully were injury free.<br />
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Every horse should know how to lead by the legs and follow a feel below the knees - this is a life saver for horses! Thank you Parelli!<br />
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-46394100284326149712015-08-20T09:33:00.002-06:002015-09-29T12:54:19.371-06:00Asking For My DreamAs many of you know I work at Parelli Central in beautiful Pagosa Springs, Colorado. I am on the Marketing Team which means that I now work closely with Mark Weiler (our company president) and Linda Parelli.<br />
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I was beside myself when I first drove up to the Parelli Ranch in 2012 for a month long course that set me on the path to becoming a Parelli Professional. Stepping foot in the Parelli headquarters for the first time during that same year I remember feeling dazzled. I was truly at the heart of Parelli.<br />
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One day at lunch Mark came to introduce himself to my course mates in the lodge. He had us all stand up and share our names and where we were from. I remember just looking at him felt like an energy overload. If you've met Mark Weiler you know exactly what I am talking about. He's a burning ball of passion, energy, and enthusiasm.<br />
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The following year I came back for a 3 month course to qualify for a star rating as a Parelli Professional. Naturally Mark made an appearance and we all introduced ourselves. Afterward he came up to me and shook my hand and said hello. He then asked me if my hair was real. Yes, he did. "Does your hair really just do <i>that</i>?" Now, if you know me, you know I have big, crazy, wavy hair and at the time it was very long. "Yes, it does." I replied, him still shaking my hand, me feeling like I was being electrocuted. I knew I should have said something more witty, or at least followed up with something smart to say, or ask the president of the company I longed to be a part of an interesting question but instead I think I said something like, "you should see it when it rains!". Because all men know that curly hair gets even crazier in the rain, right? He then told me I should never change my hair and it was nice to meet me.<br />
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Flash forward to September 2014 at the Parelli Summit. I'd seen Mark a handful of times between our last hair talk and Summit but it was always a small exchange here or there. I wasn't even sure if Mark really remembered me, he is a busy man that travels the world and meets hundreds (if not thousands) of Parelli-dazed students all the time.<br />
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Turns out he did remember me and asked if I would be interested in working for Parelli!! I moved to Pagosa to be closer to Parelli but then never acted on any of that. I wasn't sure I was ready or that I was good enough to be a part of such a special group of people. I wanted to be entirely on my A-Game before I even thought about asking for any kind of job with the company.<br />
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At Mark's mention of employment I remember feeling excited and surprised and very much terrified.<br />
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Needless to say I took the job. Pat Parelli encourages us to shake hands with opportunity and this seemed like the opportunity I was looking for. In hind sight I know I would never have ever wound up working here if Mark hadn't believed in me and supported me and encouraged me to take the position.<br />
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Since coming on with Parelli Mark has been a constant source of growth for me. Whether it's just managing my Right Brain Introvert nature around such an energetic, confident, and <b>very</b> Left Brain person or whether it's taking chances and going for something I believe in.<br />
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Yesterday Linda was doing her second day of sales training with all of the staff. She had mentioned the day prior that we would be doing role playing. I tried to find a reason not to go to the training - I even contemplated throwing myself down the stairs with the aspiration of two broken wrists to see if I could get out of it. I hate role playing. It makes me SO uncomfortable and awkward and everything just makes me freeze up. But I decided to go. This would be a good opportunity for me to get out of my comfort zone and just maybe I could sit in the back and not have to participate.<br />
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I picked a chair in the corner of the room, kind of behind our (fabulous, I might add) COO Russ Elliott and Connie from Accounting. I felt fairly hidden and I decided that if I just took a lot of notes and didn't make eye contact I might not have to role play.<br />
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Then Linda said it, pair up! Ugh. It would be very obvious if I didn't have a partner. I looked at Connie, she was taken. I looked at Russ, he seemed like an okay option. Russ is a pretty great person and even though I didn't want to look like a total idiot in front of my boss I figured that it might go okay if I could just get Russ to do all the talking. He likes to talk and he's good at it. But then Linda asked Russ to help walk around and moderate and I was left partner-less. SCORE! No role playing for me....<br />
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And then Mark walked over. I didn't mean to but I actually said, "Noooo! You're the last person I want as a partner, I'm already sweating!" Thank goodness Mark has a sense of humor and seems fairly immune to word vomiting very unprofessional statements to your big boss and company president.<br />
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"Oh stop!" He said. This is what Mark likes to tell me, "Just stop!" or "Just do it!". So we role played and I sucked. I couldn't think of anything to say, I forgot everything we learned, and I couldn't even find the page of notes I had taken in my binder to prompt me along.<br />
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Naturally Mark was suave and had clever and fast responses to anything I managed to fumble out of my mouth. I think I died a little inside during that role playing. You always want your bosses and co-workers to think highly of you - that you're smart and you can do a good job and that you're worth the paycheck. I wouldn't have blamed Mark if he had reassigned me to janitorial duties after that.<br />
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After it was all over Mark sat with me and shared some stories about taking initiative and believing in yourself and getting out of your comfort zone. All personal growth happens out there and he encouraged me not to be afraid of it.<br />
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Then somehow I began talking about myself and how I have a hard time going after things. And then I did it. I puked my big dream out to Mark Weiler. I wanted to ride with Pat and Linda. Not just for an afternoon, but really go up there and spend some real time with each of them.<br />
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"Have you asked them?" He asked me. "No." I said. I wanted to be respectful of their time and I know <i>everyone</i> dreams of riding with Pat and Linda. I am not any more special or deserving or qualified than anyone else - and perhaps even less so being that I am just a brand new instructor and recently earned my Level 4 earlier this year.<br />
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So Mark set me straight. I would never get anywhere if I didn't do anything about it and what the heck was I waiting for? "When are you going to talk to them?" he asked me. I hate when he does this. Whenever something is going on and I need to make a move on it he will ask me when I am going to do this.<br />
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As an introvert I wanted to think about this. I needed time to analyze the situation and calm my seizing heart. I needed to put on something nice to wear and comb my hair and prepare what I wanted to say.<br />
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"How about tomorrow you tell Linda what you want." He said. "TOMORROW? Are you crazy?" There's never a better time than the present he said. So I think I half committed to asking tomorrow.<br />
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As we walked out of the room we spotted Linda outside of the building. "Oh look, there's Linda! What a perfect opportunity for you to talk to her. I'd go now if I were you." Mark said, and then he walked off. "Really, now?" I'm not sure what he said in response as he went into a different office.<br />
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Now I was really sweating. My mouth went dry. I couldn't find my chapstick. I wasn't even wearing socks! By the way, that always seems to happen to me in particular every time I happen to see or talk to Pat in the office, I'm not wearing any socks! I feel like wearing socks is professional, which usually means wearing closed toed shoes or boots. Instead I had on Crocs and no socks. The pinnacle of not-professional (yet oh so comfortable!).<br />
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But something came up inside me. Mark was right. I just had to start taking life by the balls (occasionally!) and going for it. So I went outside to where Linda was standing.<br />
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I'm not sure exactly what I said. All of a sudden I felt like I was going to cry (which I thankfully didn't do!). There I was, standing in front of my idol, my hero, the horsewoman I admire without question and I was getting ready to share my big dream with her. WITH HER!<br />
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It's one thing to tell your parents you want to ride with Pat and Linda, it's another to even tell other Parelli Professionals or employees because they can judge you. <i>Is she even good enough to go ride with Pat and Linda? Who is she to think she can go up there? </i>It is absolutely entirely another thing, an out of body experience, to share such a deep and special thing with the person that can make or break that dream herself. I still get a little star struck when I see Pat and Linda now, I have dreamed of meeting them for a decade and now I work for them! I am still awed and ever thankful for the chance to be a part of their dream of making the world a better place for horses and humans.<br />
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And here I was, getting ready to tell Linda I wanted to spend some real time with her and Pat.<br />
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As I said before, it kind of goes without saying, if you're into Parelli you probably want to ride with Pat and Linda. But for me it was a secret and private dream I was too scared to verbalize. If I said it out loud then someone could actually say no and take that all away. I fear I would be entirely lost without that dream that I've held on to so tightly for the last ten years.<br />
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So I did it. Well, I think I did it. I stumbled through a clammy, cottonmouth-y, shaky request to come up and see her during one of the weekends I would be on campus for my course. I told her that one day I wanted to ride with her and Pat and I was hoping she would spend a little time with me and let me know what steps I needed to take so that one day I could live my dream.<br />
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At least I think I said all that. I hope I did.<br />
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I must have said most of it because Linda said I could stop by her arena one of the weekends I was on campus and hang out and we could visit.<br />
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I went back upstairs to my desk and had a huge adrenaline release. I was shaky and overwhelmed and again near tears. It was an eye opening moment for me, to realize how much I wanted that dream and how closely I had held it to my heart... And now it was out there. Linda's ears had heard it and she didn't laugh at me or say no or say I was crazy.<br />
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Needless to say I slept SO well last night. When I finally came off all my excitement and nerves I was just simply exhausted. For anyone that thinks that's dramatic I invite you to roll play with Mark Weiler for an hour and then share your most treasured hope with someone who could make it a reality or dash it all in a moment. <br />
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This morning I felt great, it was freeing to get that off my chest. I actually feel inspired to share it with Pat as well. Then I can feel confident that I have done my part to make it known that I want to be excellent with horses, that I am committed to never-ending self-improvement, that I am 100% invested in becoming the best Parelli student and instructor that I can be, and that I want to do that by spending whatever time I possibly could with Pat and Linda.<br />
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So now, world, you all know it too. I encourage you, however scary it may be, to find it in yourself to do hard things and take the chances and opportunities that await you right outside of your comfort zone.<br />
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-12177919973644634362015-08-18T14:52:00.003-06:002015-08-19T07:35:03.742-06:00Ask The Trainer LIVE - Problem Solving w/ Parelli!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Parelli is taking horse training questions this Friday from 8am - 4pm on Twitter! Don't miss out!Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-70352784172015526972015-08-12T13:13:00.002-06:002015-08-12T13:13:41.011-06:00Photobombing horse, a mini that smiles when she sleeps, & the youngest Level 2 student!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-57191743602824412282015-08-10T10:19:00.000-06:002015-08-10T10:19:01.355-06:00Loose Horses = Relationship Moments!<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">This
morning when I woke up I saw my horses in a pasture that they weren't
in last night. I realized that I had forgotten to close the bottom gate
before turning my horses out and they had gotten loose and wandered
around to a new spot on the ranch! <br /> <br /> I ran outside in my pajama
shirt and underwear to go catch them before they wandered off somewhere
I couldn't find them (we live on a big ranch!).<br /> <span class="text_exposed_show"><br />
As soon as Aspen and Taika saw me coming they came across the pasture
and met me at the gate so I could bring them back to where they were
supposed to be. </span></span></span><br />
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having a great relationship with my horses and therefore eliminating the
need to further run around half dressed in the early morning chasing
horses! </span></span></span><br />
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-60512900137648236012015-07-31T13:29:00.000-06:002015-07-31T13:29:18.190-06:00Parelli Finesse - Lateral Maneuvers & Horse Training Here is the missing piece if you're riding in Finesse!<br />
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I had been struggling with Level 4 Finesse for a while. After a Fast Track and an Externship I still didn't feel like I was really "getting it" and felt very unsuccessful in this Savvy.<br />
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I watched ALL of Parelli's Finesse material, including Colleen Kelly's rider biomechanics but still no real breakthroughs were happening for me and my RBE mare, Aspen.<br />
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When the Finesse Training Sequence came out I was fortunate enough to get some coaching from a friend and one of Linda Parelli's proteges. I finally felt small, positive changes when playing in Level 4 Finesse. The Carving Turns and Supple Rein were the big things we took away from the FTS lessons.<br />
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I continued the struggle as it were for another few months, making small improvements as time went by.<br />
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Aspen and I had a lot of things going for us but the final hurdle were lateral movements. I just couldn't figure out why they weren't working. I tried everything, I had taken advantage of a lot of campus time at the Parelli ranch, as well as educational DVDs and other material. It certainly wasn't for lack of trying that Aspen and I couldn't get our laterals to a Level 4 quality.<br />
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Then I had a magical lesson with 3-Star Parelli Professional Mattie Cowherd (Partners in Horse Play). In this lesson she said that laterals were simple, it was just Level 1 movements with a Level 4 quality.<br />
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To grossly oversimplify, it is basically this:<br />
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Shoulder-In and Half Pass are direct reins while Leg Yield and Haunches-In/Out are indirect reins. Add some focus, a little weight to the correct stirrup, and BAM! You're doing laterals with your horse.<br />
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It was literally this one, simple piece of information that made it so that in just a handful of rides I could film my Level 4 Finesse.<br />
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For anyone that is riding in any Level of the Parelli Program take note! Those simple rein positions and basic Porcupine Games with your leg that you learn in Level 2 FreeStyle - that's what's going to get you there for Level 4 Finesse.<br />
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I've likened the connection between Levels and Savvys to rungs on a ladder. In order to reach the top you need to fully explore and develop each rung along the way.<br />
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If you're struggling to develop something going forward in your Levels journey then it's time to look back. Start going backward through the 7 Games, the Levels, the Savvy - whatever it is so you can isolate, separate, and recombine. I promise you, it will pay dividends in accelerated progress!<br />
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Read Mattie's breakdown of laterals here! <a href="http://www.partnersinhorseplay.com/blog/laterals-de-mystified-taking-level-1-to-level-4">http://www.partnersinhorseplay.com/blog/laterals-de-mystified-taking-level-1-to-level-4</a><br />
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05227845714060082884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459056907239751371.post-29475711846484301072015-07-13T17:23:00.002-06:002015-07-31T14:55:31.603-06:00Parelli Savvy Club - How Do You Use It?<div style="border: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: Raleway, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
At Parelli Central, we’ve been sharing a lot of content straight out of our Savvy Club through social media lately, and we have been delighted with your responses to our education-themed topics!</div>
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This inspired me to write a blog about all the fantastic things YOU can find in the Learning Library section of the Savvy Club!</div>
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First, you just need to be a member. The Savvy Club is the world’s leading horsemanship education club. Members have access to thousands of horse training videos and educational articles, direct access to Pat and Linda Parelli, and support from over 22,000 fellow horse lovers and nearly 400 Parelli Professionals!</div>
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You can choose your level of membership by clicking <strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://shop.parelli.com/?pgate=9610" style="border: 0px; color: #006538; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">HERE</a> </strong><span style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">and choosing Membership > Membership Options from the left menu bar</span>.</div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">Not sure yet if a membership is for you? Don’t worry! You can try the Savvy Club and <b>ALL</b> of its features for a </span><strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: orange;">90-Day Free Preview</span></strong><span style="color: #222222;">! Click </span><strong style="border: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://parelliconnect.com/#/account" style="border: 0px; color: #006538; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">HERE</a></strong><span style="color: #222222;">, then choose </span><em style="border: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Get Started</em><span style="color: #222222;"> and select </span><em style="border: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Preview;</em><span style="color: #222222;"> use Referral Code </span><b><i><span style="color: orange;">P9610</span></i></b><span style="color: #222222;">, with no credit card required and no obligation!</span></div>
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Now that you are a member and you’ve logged in, choose <em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Learning Library </em>from the top menu bar. You have arrived at a page that should look very similar to this, pending your level of membership:</div>
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This next step is the most important, and it’s a question only you can answer: <strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">What do you want to learn about today?</em></strong><br />
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You can type anything into the search box – “<strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">trailer loading”</strong> (28 videos, 1 audio, 43 Q&As, 2 documents), “<strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">rearing”</strong> (3 videos, 37 Q&As), “<strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">bucking”</strong> (4 videos, 1 audio, 57 Q&As, 1 document), “<strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">FreeStyle” </strong>(70 videos, 18 Q&As, 12 documents), “<strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Liberty” </strong>(81 videos, 3 audios, 5 Q&As, 11 documents), “<strong style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">colts”</strong> (17 videos, 3 audios, 30 Q&As, 2 documents), or any other topic you want to learn about.</div>
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Your search results will show up to 100 of the most relevant results, and will be sorted by available Video, Audio, Question & Answers, and Documents (articles, pictures, self-assessment checklists, etc.).</div>
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You can also view content by selecting a topic in any of the six categories at the top of the Learning Library: Level 1, Level 2, Level 3, Level 4, Advanced (includes Foal Handling, Colt Starting, Lead Changes, and Jumping), or Pick Your Topic (includes additional libraries based on your level of membership, current and back issues of Savvy Times magazines and Savvy Club DVDs, Parelli TV, Horsenality, Problem Horses, Junior Savvy, and LOTS more!).</div>
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Below that, we’ve collected some of our newest and most popular videos, followed by in-depth Parelli Connect tutorials.</div>
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In addition to all of the educational content, you will also find in Parelli Connect that you can connect with other Savvy Club members, Parelli Professionals, and Pat and Linda Parelli, along with walls where focused discussions are held around a particular subject, such as a certain Level or Savvy.</div>
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The depth of the Savvy Club is in its immeasurable amount of information, support, community, and goal-tracking tools to help keep you inspired, educated, and empowered! Become the best horseman you can be by committing yourself to never-ending self-improvement through the Savvy Club!</div>
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