He did arrive, just like you all assured me he would. And Luar—what a horse, what a horse. He came off the trailer with a palpable air of self-composure. He looked around, smelled the hands and the faces offered to him, and decided all was well. He belongs. His week of settling has been smooth sailing, and for me, surreal.
Luar's training has commenced. As of day two, we began him lightly in work in-hand, then on the lunge, and finally under saddle. His work in Florida respected his osseous and mental development, and so the horse we are dealing with is meticulously primed to participate in the tasks we ask of him. He is sound in body and mind, a perfect tabula rasa. His first day under saddle, we swooned over his buttery movement—joy! A truly comfortable horse. Several rides later, we are celebrating his exponential engagement with our body’s subtle inquiries: can you recognize a shift, a breath, a lift? Can you strengthen and control, and then can you release in balance? The answer is yes. Luar is learning the fun in this quiet, new language, and we are having a blast.
So our journey has begun. His first night here, I found him sprawled out in his stall in a deep sleep, and he was running. I watched his handsome legs churn the shavings in a slow, weightless lope. A long day of traveling; it’s no wonder he still felt in motion. I imagined him galloping through happy memories and towards happy hopes. As am I.