22/04/2026
Such beautiful words by Lockie.
And it makes me think about how perhaps the only way we can start detaching our worth from what our horse does, doesn’t do, gives us or doesn’t…
Is by having those in our worlds, instructors, body workers, coaches… whose worth is also independent of what we do/ do not do/ what the horse does/ does not do…
Otherwise the system continues and goes around once more, and our horses are still waiting, waiting, waiting for us to change.
And release them from the indescribable, invisible pressure on them that they may feel everyday.
"You're the first trainer I've met that didn't find your worth in what I can do."
A silence followed. I gazed at the wood grain on my desk while the words of my client, themselves on the other side of the world, echoed through my head. Then looking up, I watched their horse make a tentative glance in their direction. First sign of confidence and a bid for genuine regard they had made this lesson. A lesson that started with the horse walking off.
I realised that the human and the horse that were in front of me now, both had been exposed to a cruel world. Carelessness dressed as competence. Rudeness dressed as authority. Manipulations dressed as assistance. And for a moment, my mind boggled. My mind boggled because I just couldn't grasp the reality of someone who takes the hard earned money of someone who asked for their help, and then could continue to be so fundamentally poisonous to their well being. I can understand being over worked, a little tired, a little thin on patience. Been there. But the type of cruelty this client had experienced in their life made me breathless.
Here I am in the flotsam and jetsam. The wake of an unregulated industry, an industry where the type of communication, behaviour and practices we are expected to accept would absolutely not fly in so many other industries. Other fields of work that understand the importance of respect, safety and decorum... especially in moments of disagreement and tension.
They were right. Any time I teach something, it no longer belongs to me. It belongs to the person I have taught. I have no attachment to what they do with it, whilst remaining deeply invested in helping them improve and optimise their skills. But their results are theirs, not mine. I do not search for my self-worth in the outcomes of the people I teach. And I celebrate with joy when they show improvement. And stand with them when they are stuck or struggling.
Both things can be true.
One person. One horse, at a time. Rebuilding.