RIDING WAS NEVER THE GOAL: A Life Spent Dismounting the Old Story, One Ride at a Time

Not every lesson happens in the saddle.

This week in Stable Roots, I’m sharing the latest in a series of pieces about Max — the little red horse who has shaped everything I believe about teaching, riding, and staying.

We talk about broken reins, riderless horses, trail ride chaos, and the revolution that begins on the ground. And why, after all these years, I still consider myself a riding instructor — even if I don’t ride much anymore.

If you’ve missed the earlier Max stories, you can start here:

🐴 Don't Skip the Money: The Spiritual Economy of Care

🌀 The Cost of Entry: On privilege, partnership, and the horse that changed everything.

And if this story speaks to something in you, you might like Stable Roots —where I share essays like this every week, about horses, resilience, and the life I’ve built from both:

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Thanks for riding with me — or walking beside me, as the case may be.

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