“Stop putting so much weight in your stirrups Rupert! You’re blocking your horse! You have to ride lighter!’ I stopped. I mean physically stopped the motion of the horse and stood there in the arena a few moments, the light streaming in from the arched stained glass window along its western wall. I needed to compute […]
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Halfway up the mountain I discovered love. I don’t mean that I fell in love. More like I fell into love. I’d been fighting off a fever for a few days. And for greater background, I was in South Africa, where I’d been hired to write a guidebook to South Africa . The year was 1993, just as Apartheid
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“God Rupert you’re so ego-defended!“ The comment stopped me in my tracks, I looked at my girlfriend in confusion, wondering what she meant. Ego-defended. I hadn’t heard the term before. “What do you mean?” “Why are you so invested in being right?” It was a good question. Good enough that – even in mid lover’s spat – the question staunched the flow
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For a time, about two years – I began to wake up each morning with fists clenched tight. Not just clenched but the tendons in the lower part of the hands, between the fourth and the little fingers, hurting so much that my first feeling upon waking was pain. OK, it was a stressful time.
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No one forgets their first piaffe. Or, as the French, who invented the term, would say, their first piaffer; to strut. It’s riding the volcano before it erupts; in nature a stallions piaffes to display before a potential mate, and to gather himself before mounting her. When playing or fighting, horses of either sex piaffe
