I really don’t have any interest in trying today. I’m tired. I’m sore. And something inside me hurts in a way I can’t explain. You keep asking for more—another step, another yield, another effort— But I’m not resisting you. I’m just… empty. I don’t feel the desire to...

I know when you’re off balance. I can feel it in your hands, your seat, your breath. At first, you start clear—centered, focused, kind. You ask. I listen. We both feel in rhythm. But then something shifts. Your body tightens. Your requests get sharper. The rhythm...

You come into the pen thinking I’m scared.You see the whites of my eyes, the way I shift my weight, the flick of my ear—and you *decide* I’m afraid.So you tighten. You prep for a bolt, a spook, a fight.You shorten the lead rope. You square your shoulders.You think...

I’d never seen one before. They moved strange. Loud. Sudden. They smelled different. Their eyes locked on mine, and my whole body lit up with tension. I didn’t know what you expected from me. Stand still? Chase it? Dodge? Drive? Every time I tried something, I looked...