Throughout my life I have seen much conflict between humans and non-humans. My father believes that objects are sentient and actively out to get him, leaping off the table to inflict injury and inspire terror; but that’s a skeleton best left in the back of the family closet under old tennis rackets. Most of my experience has come from the horse world, or rather, my lack of fitting in with the horse world.
For more than 15 years I rode, groomed and trained horses, all the while loving them and hating the work. Dare I say it, I hated myself. The only thing gaining ground was my frustration. Then one day I discovered a room full of people who said the very same things that I had always thought; said them out loud, no less! I had met only with ridicule about my [incessant] questions, my [naive] “pandering to the horse”, my [laughable] desire to do it a different way, my [misguided] unwavering belief that there had to be a better way.
These people, in this room, had gathered to listen to a man speak about his Natural Horsemanship work. Needless to say, my life was about to flip right upside-down.