12/18/2025
A true horse person understand the stages....forgives self, asks for the horses to forgive as well...stays curious, listens and never stops learning.
My horsemanship has been through several different iterations... I have died and been reborn so many times in my still relatively young life ~ The evolution of my horsemanship reflects these transitions.
𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑰.
‘Natural Horsemanship’ based style of training and c**t starting with, always, a pull towards bridleless and liberty work. During the peak of this era, the most significant marker of my work was ‘liberty starts,’ in which I started horses riding without tack, transitioning to a saddle and bridle once they were already going walk, trot, canter, stopping, backing, steering, etc. I found myself pushing the limits of what was possible with bridleless riding — from riding bridleless through the strip of Las Vegas, parades at Cheyenne Frontier Days, and leading a wild mustang herd into the spotlit coliseum arena at the Fort Worth Stock Show & Rodeo with no tack, to a focus on developing high level manaveurs without a bridle. Many of you know this era from my travels teaching and performing during this time, as well as my bridleless freestyles at the Extreme Mustang Makeovers I competed in.
(For a taster of ACT I, search "Cinderella Mustang" here or on Youtube)
𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑰𝑰.
In 2018, I dove deep into the world of positive reinforcement. My openness to using food rewards, which I had once considered strictly off limits and a failure of training, was brought forth by a 16 year old mustang rescue bolting case and a young, aggressive bottle fed zebra.
I studied with marine mammal trainers in order to go to the source of clicker training (while I also acknowledge the harmful history of these spaces and the ways it continues this legacy in many present day iterations), and studied the work of many highly successful positive reinforcement trainers across different species.
At a time when my face was being printed on magazine covers and people were asking me to teach all over the world — I felt as if I no longer knew how to even halter a horse anymore. I navigated the thrill of learning these new methods and excitement to share my journey with others while also experiencing the shame of feeling as if my entire work with horses prior to discovering this new method, had been harmful. I TIP trained a group of 6 mustangs utilising positive reinforcement methods. I started a mustang riding at liberty utilising clicker training, shaping behavior through targeting and approaches that weren't based on pressure. I built a school around everything I’d learned so far in my horsemanship journey.
I burned out.
(Search "Mustang Maddy The Mystic Experiment" on Youtube for a glimpse of ACT II)
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛.
I held on to my work for as long as I could and white-knuckled my way through until my heart shattered in grief and I had to face that the fiery passion I had always taken for granted would always be there, a constant in my life, dwindled down to a flicker, until going out all together— and with it, my desire to live. I had no idea who I was without horses, without my work. Made possible from devoted students and the online school I’d created with the incredible help and efforts of two other women, I was able to take time to fall apart and be shattered by all the heartbreaks of my life I had ignored up until then. I don’t know that many people have the brutal luxury of being able to break into a million pieces, and perhaps fewer still who live to tell the tale. Needless to say, I didn’t make it out alive. And, yet, somehow — I arose from the ashes of myself.
Tears thawed what had been frozen in the heart, and a tiny red flower, a small shoot, sprung forth from the cracks of it. Miraculously, I felt the small tinder bundle of my passion with horses catch a small flickering flame once again. But, I knew this flame was fragile, needing careful tending, needing to be held close to my heart and far from public view. I knew if I wasn’t careful, I would risk it going out forever. So, I kept my horsemanship private. I rarely taught, I trained on a small scale as I was able, and I never pulled out the video camera, save a few moments I knew needed documenting. Having emerged from an era in which I was never training without eyes watching me or a camera rolling, it felt like something sacred was returning to me— the safe, intimate space I had shared with horses when I was younger, a space where it was just me and the horse in front of me, time ceased to exist, and the rest of the world melted away.
I took this time to just be with horses in ways that felt true and beautiful to me and to us, finally less concerned about what seemed to be The One Right Way. After shedding the falsities of who I thought I was and the masks I’d learned to wear fell away (or rather, were ripped away), I began to find my footing in a form of relating with horses that felt more truly authentic to me than anything I had ever known— truly liberating.
𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑰𝑰𝑰.
Over the past year, I have slowly been making my way back. I am excited again to teach and learn with others, to share my work and make videos again (I also now realise this yearning to document, share, and make art out of my relationship with horses has been with me from a very young age).
I feel as if I’ve finally broken free of the boxes, first in my personal life and now in my horsemanship (while also acknowledging this is a lifelong practice in world which wants you back in the cage!).
I utilise both pressure & release and clicker training approaches to horsemanship, depending the horse, the person I am working with, and the situation. There is greater emphasis on emotional attunement with our horses and the fluid and ongoing dialogue between us than on the personal choice of motivator and reinforcer. I believe the horses tell us, if we listen.
There is a slowness and softness that was not there before, a focus on depth over speed. A focus on local versus global.
There is now a widening web from which my horsemanship is situated, one that ripples out from our relations with horses to all our more-than-human-kin, a widening from a focus on personal psychology as it relates to the horse-human connection to one that is collective, cultural, generational, ancestral.
There is at once, something very old and something very new — a process of letting our past inform our way forward.
There is a shift away from cognitive supremacy to other sites of knowing: land, heart, hands, lineage.
There is less shying away from what is hard, messy, complex, and from all that is worth grieving... and with it, there is more awe and wonder. There is a focus on Beauty — and how making Beauty can feed the world and renew her again and again.
There is less urgency, more depth-- Instead of trying to flatten the waves, I am looking to the Moon and undercurrents whom influence the crashing waves we now find ourselves navigating during these turbulent times.
Thank you for being here and for your continued support, and I look forward to sharing Act III with you all