07/29/2025
🐴 The Horse as Mirror 🪞
“Nothing forces a horse to obey so much as being treated kindly… If he trusts you, he will do anything for you.”
— Xenophon
Some of us came into this work because we felt something in the horse.
A depth, a truth, a presence that couldn’t be ignored.
And once we learned how to listen…
We couldn’t un-hear it.
We aren’t in this for ribbons or recognition.
We’re in it because we see the horse.
We feel their story in every step, every breath, every guarded look.
And if you’ve been doing this long enough as a bodyworker, farrier, veterinarian, trainer, or horsewoman(man) who’s seen a few things
You know exactly what I mean when I say:
Horses don’t lie.
They don’t fake softness.
They don't fake lameness or pretend to stumble.
They don’t pretend to trust.
They mirror what’s in front of them and they reflect it without mercy.
That’s why some horses drop their guard the second you enter their space.
And others brace, freeze, or shut down before you even touch them.
Stoicism in a horse is not peace
It’s self-preservation.
It’s what happens when they’ve tried to speak… and been ignored or punished for communicating. Over and over again.
And here’s the hardest part?
Sometimes, we’re called in far too late
When the damage is already done.
When their feet have fallen apart, the tissues and nerves compressed, the bone remodeling is at it's worst, the mind has gone elsewhere just to cope.
And then we’re expected to fix it in one bodywork session, one vet appt- with one pill or injection, in one trim, in one ride.
Like magic.
We get blamed for being honest.
Dismissed for advocating.
Lumped in with those who do the bare minimum, while we’ve spent years and thousands doing this the right way.
But here’s what I know:
The good ones. The real ones. Don’t get bitter.
We get clearer.
We hold the line.
We protect the horse.
Even if it costs us the client.
Even if it gets uncomfortable.
Even if it breaks our hearts a little every time we walk away from one we couldn’t save.
Because this work, when it’s done with integrity is sacred.
To those of you out there still listening to horses, still honoring their truth, still showing up with softness and strength:
You’re not alone.
And you’re not crazy for how much it hurts.
It’s supposed to hurt. That’s what keeps us human.
Keep holding the mirror.
Even when it’s rejected.
Even when you’re blamed for what others refuse to see.
You’re not the problem.
You’re the reflection.
And the horse knows the difference.