Two Year Vacation, and We’re Back

November 2014, my last post had a picture of an empty room with all of my belongings shoved into a bin. A lot has happened since then! I moved into an apartment with my best friend, had to rely on a ‘job’ for the first time in my life, bills were due, horses need to eat… I had to figure out how to rock the whole ‘adulting’ thing while supporting two of my own horses.

I worked at Starbucks for a while, became a Certified Equi-Tape Practitioner, found a job at Beaumont as a Rehab Technician, became a NASM Certified Personal Trainer, worked at Sola Life and Fitness as a Personal Trainer… Also during all of that I had been massaging horses, giving riding lessons, feeding most evenings and some mornings to help work off my horses’ board, make time to exercise my own horses and I also attempted to take college courses only to figure out half way through the semester I had too much on my plate.

Now, I’m happily married to that best friend, I’m working as a Recruiter for an IT company, we live on a farm with our 4 horses, 2 dogs and 2 cats, I still spread myself too thin with massages, horse training and other shenanigans (such as starting school again in a week) but I wouldn’t change a thing.

Where am I headed? What are my goals and ambitions? Two years ago, I would have had an allusive answer like, “Follow my dreams and live under the stars and just live life!” I’m still that crazy girl wanting to follow her dreams and truly live, but my image of what that consists of has a tiny bit of clarity now.

Life Goals:

I want to be a Vet. I am going to be a Vet. I am pursuing my undergrad degree in Bioengineering (the Biomedical/Biophysical Engineering track) and I will strive toward applying to Vet School at MSU. This scares the hell out of me.

I also want to achieve my USDF Gold Medal. I am going to achieve my USDF Gold Medal. This year, I am aiming for my Silver Medal with noble steed, Fable. It’s been about 5 years since my last show with Fable. This also scares the hell out of me.

This is me, the same Heather that started this blog back in October of 2012. This is a continuum of my story as I amp up the commitment and discipline with my sails pointed toward becoming Heather DuFour DVM, USDF Gold Medalist, and more.


Let’s do this thang!


Why Wait?

Some might think I’m moving from the farm because I’m getting out of horses… In fact, it’s quite the opposite.


I wanted to live a quiet life with horses as my hobby and part time job while I figured out what type of career I wanted… I’m still not absolute on where my path is headed, but that is part of the reason I decided to move and bring my horses with me. Having horses in my back yard got me to where I am right now, but to move forward I feel it is necessary to have my own freedom. There has to be a balance… I used to be the craziest horse crazy girl anybody knew, but burnout is a factor when things are out of balance.

I got my first horse when I was 13, after that I surrendered my life to horses, working, and more horses. I had so much focus on working toward my horse goals I created tunnel vision and lost sight of what it meant to ‘play’. The past several months I have been building myself up from the rock bottom I hit a few years back. Since I have found my confidence and passion for life again, I feel a strong pull toward adventure. I don’t want to feel stagnant, trapped, or simply content settling with the same routine day after day. I want to experience all that life has to offer… INCLUDING witnessing the full potential of my own horses.

I knew there was going to be time I would part my ways with the farm and go on my next adventure. Our plan was to keep the farm so I could focus on school and have a place to keep my horses while my dad got property to hunt on and my mom had a yard to do agility and play frisbee with Autumn. We were fortunate to find such a wonderful place with wonderful people that came into it. Although I am not done with school and we’ve only been here for a short time… It was enough time for me to realize I’m not ready for the time and consistency required for running a farm at this point in my life. I’m very thankful for my wonderful parents who have supported 110% of the way and allowed me the experience of living on a farm for a short while and all of their efforts they put into the property.

Although it may seem I am ‘giving up’ a lot, I know my gypsy heart is thirsty and excited for the adventure and growth that is to come. It’s going to be a lot of work, but it’s already gratifying knowing I’m not going to settle for a life without passion; I’m going to follow my heart, strive for growth and appreciate all of the little things in between.




A Leap of Faith

“My life is like a story,
Each day is a new chapter.
Every second holds its glory,
Makes me believe I’ll be a happy ever after.
So every time I take a breath,
It starts a new beginning…
I want to be free.”  -J.A.

Symbols. I love to attach symbols. The artist in me seeks the deep rooted meaning in every word, every event, every gesture. It’s easy to get lost in thought with these mental attachments. Looking back, I realize have spent many hours sitting in this chair, pondering such things.

I seek balance between thought and action; introvert and extrovert; confidence and humility.

My journey to the center of this target is shaped by each experience I encounter… The deciding factor is in my attitude. My attitude is my responsibility. A choice I make. The only person with control of my attitude is me. I choose to smile. I choose to be grateful. I choose to continue on this adventure with optimism, faith, and passion.

Marching forward with everything I have to give with open arms and an open heart. Less material, more connection. Less possession, more appreciation. Less worry, more acceptance. Less settlement, more adventure.

So, where does this journey lead? Is there a destination? Should we stay put? Should we attach ourself to a location, a lifestyle, a mindset? Or, should we live freely, follow our hearts, and accept our lives might lead us to incredible places forming connections with people all over the globe?

The possibilities are truly endless… The deciding factor? Attitude.

If the attitude is right, the facts don’t matter. -Jane Savoie

Do you allow yourself to be trapped in fear? Or, do you take a leap of faith?

I am taking a leap of faith.

I do believe the events these past two months have had a divine meaning and purpose. There has been a lot of change and a lot of growth. A wise thing my brother told me a few months ago,

“Accept losing everything. Accept losing your horses, your home, your family, friends… This leads you to a discovery of what you WANT in your life. Instead of fearing loss, you will embrace.”

After pondering this thought… I found peace. I WANT family. I WANT community. I WANT friendships. I will embrace these things. Sometimes, we have to compromise. While owning a farm has been an incredible growing experience for me, and the generosity of my parents to join me on this journey and allow me the opportunity to experience such a thing is a gift I will ALWAYS be grateful for… I have decided to embark on another journey…

This Friday, I will be moving into an apartment with my sister from another mister… Allison. She came here all the way from Colorado to live in Michigan for better horse opportunities. Despite a rocky start and plans changing left and right… We’ve accomplished a lot in the past two months and I can only imagine what crazy things are to come.

Cheers… To a leap of faith, good friends to enjoy the journey with, and the horses that teach us what life’s really about.


Life moves in one direction: Forward.

Going off of my idea of not settling… I have decided going forward with the trend and improving on the current is a much better outlook for my liking. Opposed to aiming for life to get ‘back to normal’. You can use the past for ideas moving forward into the future, but the past should never be the goal. The goal should be something bigger and better than anything that you have ever experienced. This doesn’t mean every goal should have flashy lights and fireworks… But there is more depth available in this life that can be experienced on a day-to-day basis by accepting the present and working toward a better tomorrow.


The fire has been stoked

My heart is beating for life. My hunger for adventure, thirst for knowledge: It’s back. I haven’t felt this much passion running through me in a few long months. But boy, it feels good to be back. My life without strings attached. Releasing my inhibitions, letting my worries go. Fuck fear. Yep, I said it.

I asked, where do you see yourself in 10 years? Married, a house, kids. This answer made me scratch my head. I admire people for their long-term goals… But there are differences between goals and expectations. The 10-year expectation doesn’t sit well with me. If presented with this type of question, I would say, 10 years from now? I have no idea where I will be. I do know one thing… If I’m alive, I will be happy.

When you’re faced with a decision that could change the rest of your life, it makes you think… Is this what I want the rest of my life to be like? I answered with a few yeses, and a few nos. Do I want to keep striving to better myself with horses? Yes. Do I want to keep educating myself in the exercise world? Yes. Do I want to settle for contentment in my little comfort zone? NO. I will not be settling for anything less than insanely amazing and mind blowing. I’ve been given this life with so much potential; it would be foolish to waste it. For a while, I was content with a normal life. But today I was reminded… There’s SO MUCH MORE. Do not settle. Cannot settle. Will not settle. Embrace what each day in this short yet incredible life and keep the fueling that fire.

I just want to play all day. Everyday. And that’s what I’mma gonna do.

Flaws and All

I’m going to organize what I will write about before I start… That way I do not go off on tangents. A) My history in simply the way I was taught to ride. B) My history in the way I carried myself OFF of the horse. C) My history in the way my horses carried themselves underneath me… Picture timeline to wrap it up.

A) I chose not to mention names, however I want each of my trainers to know that I am so thankful for each and every one of you because it has all led me to this moment. Whether I rode with you for years, or even one lesson, it all contributed to my learning and I will be forever grateful.

I started with a trainer who was very particular about equitation. As a seven year old, I had no idea why it was important, I just loved being around the horses. After a few years of lessons we started showing, I would get very high placings in my equitation classes. I was taught to stay off of the horse’s mouth, keep my shoulders back, heels down, thigh lightly against the saddle, toes forward, looking up, etc… This trainer emphasized position more than most trainers I worked with. She knew the horse was a reflection of the rider’s position.

Connecting B… While I was young in this stage of my life, I remember my posture being strong off of the horse as well. I did not have any pain or physical problems while riding in this style. Except when I would fall off… (I love Saddlebreds and Hackneys <3)

My first time on a horse… Tycoon was an Arabian… Worth his weight in gold.

My first horse show on High Steppin Harvard… Awesome Hackney Pony.

One of my favorite horses, Hajji. He will always be in my heart. RIP.

Back to A… After a few years of riding with my first trainer, I did what every little girl does, and decided I wanted to concentrate on jumping. So we decided to take lessons from a hunter jumper barn. They thought my position was atrocious and didn’t understand why my previous trainer taught me that way. (Now, I laugh). Anyway, they had taught me to tip my pelvis way forward with a duck butt, stirrups way short, and while my shoulders were pulled back, the angle between my torso and the horse had closed dramatically…. AKA, The common hunter jumper position.

Connecting B… This is when I started to have back pain. I would feel the constant need to ‘crack’ my back and I never quite felt comfortable.

Jumping lessons.

A… I missed the feeling of a saddlebred under my butt so I found a pretty well known saddle seat farm and took lessons for a while. I found this to be an interesting style… They wanted my bum on the way back of the saddle, knees pinched tight on the saddle (they would often put a dollar bill under my knee), back arched, chin high, and of course… The hands. I remember not being able to lift my arms after each lesson because they expected me to hold the horse’s head up. I can only imagine how the horse’s jaw felt after each ride just from the pain I had in my arms. It was not a soft bit, either. After that, I found a wonderful 4H club where I was able to participate in multiple disciplines. My position stayed relatively the same throughout. I was in more of an upright position with this trainer, though. (Still had a hunter butt!)

B… The back pain still continued, not much change but I still walked relatively normal.


Riding western at a 4H show on a mare named Charlie.

A… This is where Fable comes in… I rode a few months at a dressage barn… They taught me to have a flat back, plug in my seatbones, and drive all of the energy to my hands. The horses had very heavy mouths. I got Fable a few months after riding there and decided to cease lessons and just ‘play’ for a few months while getting to know him. I had a few friends helping me out, but for the most part I still had my hunter butt and tilted forward.

I decided to call for help and this trainer started teaching me the concept of inside leg to outside rein. This trainer was also determined to see the end of my hunter butt… Pull belly button in, string on top of head, steady outside hand, play with inside fingers, and press inside leg. Once the horse lowered head, leave their face alone… Soft hands. I was able to flatten my hunter butt, but I still sat lightly in the saddle. I did not force a sitting trot or tilt back on my tailbone… Like we will see later.

B… Back pain went away!

C… Fable’s musculature started as an inverted llama as a 4 year old baby… and over a couple of years his back started to come up, his loin was stronger, hind legs came through, neck started to develop…

Fable as a 4 year old the first day we brought him home in 2006…

First ride as “MY” horse

Winter riding


Learning how to communicate with eachother

Figuring out the ‘buttons’… Finding all of the wrong ones along the way.

And sadly from watching YouTube videos of ‘dressage’ riders… I thought this was desired.

Still with my hunter bum, Fable was getting stronger though…

Still resistant to the bit when we started showing…

Canter downhill and hollow… Learning and living though!

Starting to get a feel of things…

A little bit of the roundness finally coming

Some more resistance as I gather more ‘contact’ on the reins

Ups and downs… Looking good here!

‘ON’ the bit… Loin is stronger though!

A… After a few years I found myself working with a new mentor. This style was to tilt the chair, close the fingers to get the horse round. So the connection was coming from seat and leg, back to front. This started out wonderfully! I had good equitation still, a soft back, soft leg… The hands started to become a bit rigid though which tightened the neck and back and created hollowness in the back.

B… Still no back pain.

Learning to get roundness from seat… Start to see dip in loin again from sitting heavy at back of saddle and stronger tension on reins.

A… Although I still worked with that mentor… I began to watch others and try to learn from other competitors around me as we went through the levels. I was told by others, “yes, you’re supposed to lean back in the extended trot”, “you need a stronger connection on the reins”, “his neck needs to be rounder”… Etc etc. If you’re familiar with the controversy between classical and modern dressage… I was a fine example of what NOT to do. I began sitting deep into my saddle and holding hard on the reins because I thought that was ‘connection’.

B… This is where the waddle came from. Slouching, and waddling. The more I tilted my pelvis back in the saddle, my chest would collapse and my shoulders would round. I became really strong and tight in the slouch position! That transferred to life off of the horse. I was walking with a slouch, which then affected my hip movement, and the bending of my hips and knees. I hiked my hip forward with a straight leg and tight back. Hence the waddle.

C… Fable’s back became tight and hollow, his neck shortened and strained, hind legs wide and out behind. Classic! I would often hide behind the excuse “he’s an Arab”.

Back to the hands… “driving seat” starts here. Notice the pull on his mouth. And of course my crazy right arm.


Fable’s lengthened trot was getting more powerful, so I got away with the positioning.


He could only take so much. We would often have moments lacking harmony…

Running in pasture… you can see his back is locked.

Very rigid in back… No shock absorption in topline. Almost sway back and no bend in hind legs.

A… Then came the lady who changed it all. This would be my Floridian trainer who works with, (I will mention this time, Bettina Drummond). She took time to explain what each movement was created for, and how the rider can provoke the movement from being in correct balance and actually STRENGTHEN the correct group of muscles. There is simply too much to say about this time because it took about 3 years to think it all through, from my first lesson with her, to now. She guided me through learning the horse’s muscle functions and exercises to change my horse’s body. She also stressed many aspects of equitation and taught me how our body affects the horse’s body. My position had been so glued to the old bad habits that this was VERY hard to change… The hardest part was rewiring my brain. I had programmed my body to respond for certain movements etc… ALL of that had to change.  It took a toll on my emotions and I often felt like I had ruined my horse. I wanted to share that part because my journey has had many ups and downs, but there has ALWAYS been a good lesson waiting behind each rough patch… I wouldn’t change a thing.

B…  My body is locked up from years of holding and compensating… Over my life I’ve gone to physical therapy for my upper back/neck, and I was prescribed physical therapy for my knee (pain came from an incredibly tight hamstring). Every morning I get out of bed and both of my hips pop several times. I went to my first structural integration session a week or so ago, and she agreed the flexibility in my back and hips were not at all normal for my age and ‘fitness’ level. Needless to say, I’ll be working on that.

C… Due to the brain farts all of this change has stirred up, Fable hasn’t been consistently worked since before he got kicked in Florida. He’s had a couple weeks of work, then a couple off, then a week on, a month off. So it’s time to get our butt back in gear. He’s going to be twelve this year… He’s got much potential hiding in that little Arab body of his and I want to see it shine. Life’s too short to wait… He’s such a blessing to me and has taught me so much already… I can only imagine what is to come from future lessons. Without Fable, I wouldn’t have learned nearly as much as I have. Thank you Fable!

ImageFable got into a bit of a kicking war… (He lost).

He/we had roughly two months off…

Finally getting back to work. A longer neck, allowing the back to raise, hind legs to come through. No pull on his mouth, just a soft touch.

Faster Horses Festival July 2013… Better muscling and carriage compared to a few years back.

Faster Horses Festival 2013.. He was having a little too much fun that day!

Western Dressage at Novi Expo… A little restriction in neck from the ‘nerves’ of preparing for and riding at the expo: pointy bum. Time for pilates again.

At a forward trot allowing the neck to be long and back to stretch and rise.

Some improvement on his back since the Novi Expo…

Fable eating his hay on a slight hill, but the outline is still much softer and we see what is POSSIBLE!

His whole outline as changed as he trots aside one of my students. Notice harmony in their matching legs, too.

So, what sparked this long spiel? Sylvia Loch’s ‘Balance and Bodywork’ video did.

She speaks of a 3 point seat… Where you’re not sitting too far on your butt bones, or too forward on your pubic bone, but you’re perfectly balanced in the saddle. You DO  have a slight curve in your lower back. She says the human body naturally has a slight curve to absorb shock… once that is flattened the hips over compensate and drive drive drive… (BINGO!) When the rider leans back and drives, it squashes the horse’s back/loins down (And again… BINGO!) Then, the rider inevitably slouches and looses all strength in their core. (Yeah.) Leaning back then causes rider to grab tighter at the reins to compensate for balance. (And why not one more time? BINGO!)

Like I said… I was a perfect example of what NOT to do. HOWEVER…. I continued to watch the video and did all of the exercises she had the riders go through. By the end of it… I was walking like a normal human. I have not felt that good walking since… I can’t even remember. I am so excited to start putting these theories into play during my rides. Many great things to come. Thank you Sylvia, and all of my wonderful teachers throughout my life! (Horses included, of course!)


Now you can see for yourself the changes that happen to the horse with the style of riding. We’ve still got a lot of work to do, especially with MY posture, but it’s a process. “Rome wasn’t built in a day!” I am letting my horse be the mirror to my riding and training style. I want my horse to move well, feel great, and love his job.


It’s been a fun journey… but this is only the beginning.

Flat Tires Are Full of Inspiration!

It’s amazing how much deep breathing and stretching in the morning can impact your day. It brings clarity. Patience. Hope. Acceptance. A feeling of gratitude.

There are so many things in life that are often looked at as ‘inconvenient’ or ‘problematic’. Those are the best lessons.

Today, I had a flat tire. I felt a ‘bump bump’ and looked in my rear view mirror to see what on earth I ran over… Hoping it was not an animal or a small child. Thankfully, it was neither. Instead, some sort of giant ice block rolling on the ground behind me. I didn’t think much of it… Until I started feeling my steering wheel get heavier… heavier… heavier… I was in denial for about 2 miles. Then i felt a little, bump.. bump… thud… thud… harder.. harder… Then the ‘tire pressure- -‘ light came on. Awww shucks. I pull over, turn on my hazards. What do ya know- flat tire! I was kind of excited by it, oddly. I thought to myself, well! This is a first! Get back in my car… call my darling mother… No answer. Dad… No answer. So I call an old friend I haven’t seen in a while… She’s busy. Hmm… Now what? An angel pulled up beside the car… Asked if I was okay and then gave me her phone number so she could get some help for me. She came back minutes later with an AT&T guy right behind her. Such a kind soul, both of them. They helped get me back on track with willing and kind hands. I called the woman afterwards to inform her I was back on the road, and to thank her for kindly stopping and helping me. She said, “I am a strong believer in God and I am just paying it forward. You can pay it forward, too!” 

What could have been seen as a problem was an inspirational lesson in my eyes! A kind reminder to pay it forward, and proof that there are others paying to forward, too.