Ponderings on Riding

Laura Williams 

Humans and Horses, Russia

This morning I took my teenage nephew Daniel for a ride in the snowy woods near our tiny village in the Russian countryside. We breathed in the crisp December air and tuned in to hoof beats on crunching snow accompanied by the drumming of a red-spotted woodpecker on a nearby Scot’s pine. My 23-year old black gelding Orlik expertly picked his way down the forest track, skirting ice-clad puddles. Daniel trailed behind me on the graceful but leggy bay trotter, Posadka, an ex-broodmare adopted from a racetrack breeder who no longer had a use for the old mare.

As I admired the woodsy view between Orlik’s fuzzy black ears – perked forward in wary curiosity, I took in a few deep breaths and called out in Russian for my nephew to do the same. Then I asked him to lay the reins on the horse’s neck, to trust the old mare, and do as I did. I lifted my arms out to the sides – a bird gliding through the tall pines, and then twisted from side to side, all the while peeking back to glimpse Daniel following my lead. The horses kept on, without wavering, by now used to the crazy antics of humans on board: beginning riders gaining their seat and building trust; clients in my equine-facilitated coaching business enjoying mounted yoga; and kids with disabilities overcoming developmental delays. 

Daniel swung his arms from side to side, wearing a broad smile across his face. Daniel has a severe stutter, which miraculously lessens when he is with my horses and, as we discovered, completely disappears when he rides. Riding is something special he loves when he comes to visit, traveling two hours from the city of Bryansk. Today it was even more special: today was Daniel’s 15th birthday.

I enjoy riding too. But as much as I love taking Orlik to the woods or helping Daniel to speak, I can’t help but to think whether or not I should be riding my horses at all. I often question whether Orlik likes my riding him, too. Of the eight horses in our herd, only five are what I would call “ridable.” None of them are physically impaired per se, but three have given me clear indications that they prefer not to carry humans on their backs. As I have grown more attuned to my horses, listening carefully to their wants and needs, they have in turn become more confident and outspoken in telling me what and when they are willing and not willing to do.

Riding horses is not something I ever questioned before I became an equine-facilitated learning practitioner, just three years ago. For me, horses and riding had always gone hand in hand, since I was a girl growing up in Colorado, performing in gymkhanas and reining, and even when I became a wildlife conservation activist, moving to Russia to set up the first office of the World Wildlife Fund 20 years ago. It was through that work that I met my Russian husband, Igor – a naturalist and wildlife photographer – and later followed him to the Bryansk Forest, 350 miles southwest of Moscow, where I began to gather a herd of my own.

Igor had always kept horses. For him, horses were the most reliable form of transportation through the impassable woods and wetlands of the nature reserve where he worked. He would use them to patrol for poachers or seek out nests of rare black storks deep among the peat bogs. Horses in Russian villages have traditionally been, and still are, vital for transportation, as well as needed to plow fields, haul wood, and cut hay.

Yet often I wonder: what is in it for the horse? Do horses value or need these things or need to be doing something? Things get even more complicated when I peruse scientific articles and online opinions stating that horses were never meant to be ridden, that their backs aren’t designed for it. Ever since, an inner conflict about riding constantly rages in my mind.

An inner conflict about riding constantly rages in my mind.

When the affable young Pecheron, Daisy, will come pick me up off the fence or a log of her own accord and free will – is this enough to justify me riding her? Does that mean she enjoys it? Or has she just seen other horses in the herd being ridden and assumed that is what a horse does? Since she is only 3.5 years old, and despite being larger than all the other horses and weighing more than 650 kilos, I am still conscious of my weight on her young body and never sit on her for more than a few precious minutes, all the while grateful, adoring her, feeling blessed.

Nowadays, the Internet seems full of articles and blog posts by people who don’t ride or don’t use mounted work in their EFL practice, or even find it unethical or “unvegan” to ride. I truly see the benefit in unmounted work for EFL: when the horse has the ability and the choice to respond naturally and uninhibited, providing genuine and raw feedback to the client. But outside of my EFL practice, I do sometimes ride my horses. Even so, I try to do everything “right” and in a conscientious manner. I often work at liberty, teaching them to carry me using praise-based methods. I reward their efforts through lots of scratching and kind words, as well as honor their “no” – when they are not ready or willing to learn. I strive for good balance and to help them gain proper posture. I make sure I don’t put too much weight proportionally on my horses, and I listen to them and watch for signs of discomfort. I read up on the research and how to ensure best saddle fit and all the rest.

And I wonder: how much do the research studies out there about the harm of carrying a rider apply to cases like mine where horses are ridden for maybe a few minutes or hours a week on average? Are most studies looking at horses that are ridden constantly, or carrying more than 10-15% of their body weight over long distances? Or do the horses carry unbalanced riders or have bad posture or high stress levels with head raised high and back out of line? And how much of it depends on the horse? If the horse has naturally good posture and a calm disposition and an empathetic rider, does this influence how much damage is caused long term?

I ask myself these questions, not because I try to justify my own philosophy about riding, but because I do worry about my horses’ health and happiness. Humans, too, were not meant to carry weight on their backs or shoulders, yet we might happily carry a child or a small friend a short way for a fun piggyback ride, without causing ourselves harm. But if we were to carry the same child for many miles each day, we might indeed do long term damage. Or would we build muscle tone to be able to support the weight? What about the fact that we load our children’s backpacks with books and lunches to carry to school? My son has even fallen over backwards from all the weight! Why is that not a topic of intense debate like horses carrying riders, I wonder?

Given the choice, would horses rather stand around in a paddock all their lives (or worse – a stall) and occasionally be sent around a round pen or a mechanical trainer for badly needed exercise, or would they like to go out and explore the world with their humans on their backs, walking through the woods, or galloping among the deer? What form of exercise would they choose? Many people prefer to go to the gym and run on a treadmill rather than hike in the woods. Are horses different too, depending on their personalities, their upbringing, their surroundings, their humans, and how they are treated? I don’t know, and so I keep asking.

I ask my horses, too. I go out to the herd in the pasture and casually inquire, just before jumping on tackless, “What do you think about me sitting on you for a few minutes as you graze?” If the horse walks away, the answer is clear. But if the horse lifts his head and waits patiently for me to clamber on (I am not as nimble as I used to be and it might take me several times to jump on!), then I take this as a sign of consent. It’s our little pact of sorts: I vow to ask and to honor you, and you vow to let me know how you really feel.

Sometimes, my horses don’t seem to have an opinion one way or the other. Prior to our ride this morning, I asked the graceful Posadka, “Are you okay with taking my nephew to the woods for a little birthday present, as long as you are with Orlik?” (I know she would be stressed on her own). I stood there, and I listened, and I breathed. But, even after a long pause, I got no answer. I don’t think she even understood the question. Maybe it would be like asking a person: What do you think about having a job or living in a house or wearing clothes? Right or wrong – culturally, philosophically, economically – it has been ingrained in our society that everything has to have a purpose to be of value.

Maybe some horses just accept that riding is how humans and horses spend time together, or at least a primary way for most. Not many people go out and stand among their herd and admire the way the horses graze or doze with eyes half-closed in the sun, as I often do. And it’s not just keeping horses that elicits justification of an animal’s purpose: in the Russian countryside, dogs are meant to keep intruders at bay, cats catch mice, hens lay eggs, cows provide milk, and so on. Even pets living in apartments in cities are meant to keep their owners company or relieve stress or give children a sense of responsibility. I suppose pet fish are off the hook, yes (sorry for the pun), though maybe they too are kept for some purpose. Aesthetics?

Even I, worshiper of all things wild, have been conditioned since childhood to seek a purpose in everything and every relationship I have, even with my horses. When people ask me “Why do you keep horses?,” I feel like I need to have a purposeful answer. So I say, “My horses are therapists for children and adults seeking personal growth and awareness,” or something along those lines, when I could easily say, “I
just like to watch them eat!”

Am I afraid of the wide-eyed stares? Or am I worried that people will think I have nothing “better” to do or have more money than I know what to do with? Such cultural beliefs are not easy to shed. Why should a horse be asked to work for its keep? Should my farm horse Masha be asked to pull a wagon with hay or to plow a field to grow oats to feed her and the herd through the winter? If she was never asked that – and if none of her ancestors were asked that – would Masha even exist?

Despite all my ponderings, I still don’t have the answer on whether or not I should ride my horses. What I have learned is how important it is to keep asking myself these questions. The more I question my beliefs and my motives, the more I am able to be true to my nature and that of my horses. And it isn’t about doubting myself or worrying what others might think, but rather about evolving in my own thinking and learning from my own experiences, as well as benefitting from the experiences of others.

Discussing these topics with like-minded folks has helped me to grow and relate to my horses in a more profound and honorable way: honoring myself, honoring the horse, and honoring the relationship/space in-between. As EFL practitioners, we know that what works with horses can often transcend to all relationships. So by honoring my horses and questioning ingrained and utilitarian beliefs like horseback riding, I am learning to better honor my own kind and the wants and needs of other humans as well.

I feel fortunate to be able to have these discussions on riding with people around the world on an ongoing basis, through the Humans and Horses Facebook group I administer, at the annual Spirit Horse Festival, and with my friends, family, and clients. In Russia, where I live, it is rare to be able to raise these topics. For the most part, I am considered insane for keeping horses “for no good reason.” Even my own husband finds it a bit crazy, complaining, “I cut 10 tons of hay for your horses, and you won’t even let me ride them!”

He is exaggerating, of course. I do let him ride, and often we ride together: but not all the horses, and not all the time.

This piece was originally published on the Healing with Horse Collective blog in December 2016 and has been since edited.

Honoring Horse

Receive all that a horse gives

In every moment

With love

Reward each and every step

And every offering

With gratitude

For the horse owes us nothing

It is we who owe her


The land we robbed from under

Her far-ranging hooves

Now destroyed

The spirit we reined in

The freedom we bridled

Now captured

A bridge to nature, a world within

The fleet messenger ushers us into

The wild

She waits



The guise of leader does not suit one

Fearful of the mighty beast one aims to


Humility, honor, empathy

True traits of one who seeks a horse’s


Expect less, give more

Let the gratitude flow

A river

Gushing admiration from the

Wellspring of our hearts, ask only


For she owes us nothing

Yet she is willing, ready to give us


Laura Williams passed away in a tragic accident in October 2018. She was the founder of Humans and Horses in western Russia, and worked with her eight horses - the Herd of Joy - to help children and adults become healthier, more heartful beings.

At the Spirit Horse Festival, we will always love and honour Laura for the wonderful soul-sister she was, as well as the outstanding contribution she made, not only to the Festival, but to EAL worldwide.

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  • February 1, 2018