At this point in my career, I don’t “teach” that much. In college I taught in a riding school, and then from there took on more training horses than people. I’ve gone on to teach the one off clinic, help friends on the ground, a few adults. It’s just not my norm. . But I’ve found myself with a new regular, a bright 8-year old rider. So while I love discussing philosophy, I need to explain the art of riding in a way a child can understand. I feel a bit rusty myself, so in every lesson I pause and ask my student, “Do you have any questions?” With reminders to push our heels down, posting on a rhythm, her brain is working as fast as she can to follow my instructions. Are there comments she isn’t sure of, following silently hoping to just get right? Especially at 8, and my the adult, I want to make sure she can let me know the adult language isn’t making sense. . Yesterday it was as simple as “I feel like I fall back down when posting.” Oh! Of course! And we chatted about where the leg go...