“We put bits in the horse’s mouths that they may obey us
And we turn about their whole bodies
So is the tongue a little member and boasteth great things”
From the Fulmer bit in Splendid High’s mouth
To the Zenith on his back
And the cavesson for lungeing him
Carol Brett in inextricably bound in
With my life with my Splendid High partner, known as Mel
She dubbed him “Mellifluous” because his gaits flow as smoothly as honey
He is Doctor Mellifluous to me, as a Saint Bernard rescue dog it to a stranded traveler
And I would never have met him if it weren’t for Carol Brett.
She taught at a clinic and advocated for my being able to attend
And stood up for me when all the town believed the calumny.
Carol Brett is my heroine and will always be so.
Because of what she taught me, I did not blame another’s horse for throwing me
And fracturing three ribs
Because he had an ill-fitting saddle and a sore back
And I refused all pain pills and continued to do the remedial training with Mel
Wearing a rib belt
My doctor said I was the only person he knew who got through broken ribs without any
Carol Brett was and is my heroine
I knew that I had the pain for a reason and I would not forget it
And now I know I will never again ride a horse who does not have a saddle which does not fit properly
because Carol Brett is my heroine
She has passed on, but she lives on in every horse who has had a lighter load
And less ego to carry
A burden lifted
Because Carol Brett is a heroine to all horses for all times
And I miss her terribly
And want to do her memory justice
But I cannot
So I dream of riding Mel in a BALANCE Western Saddle
in Western Dressage classes
With that Fulmer bit, if only I could bridle my own tongue
And use it to teach what she taught
But no one can.
She is irreplaceable
And she is riding with the Faithful and True now
in His Army as St. George slays the dragon
of the ego-centered Death Rider
Who only thinks of herself and her wants
And Carol Brett is all of our heroine
In the cause for humans to become humankind.
I bow to her heart and pray that we carry on somehow.
From the depths of our being, Mel and I are grieving our loss
and the world’s.
Our life is held in the BALANCE by the golden thread of the life
That is Carol Brett’s
Together with her life partner Lesley, they birthed a better way
May the tapestry and the artistry never die
And I pray that Mel and I do justice to her legacy somehow
As we dance together for the star that is Carol
As her guardian angel carries on, inspiring us forever
teaching us through the Spirit of Truth which is
the wholeness she now knows
free of dis-ease and embraced by the Comforter
because she was a heroine to true horsemen
and she lives on as our conscience to do right by the horse
and listen and have empathy
for all creatures great and small
Goodbye dear friend.
We love you forever.
His Royal Mellifluous Splendid Highness and his imperfect caretaker, Caroline, in service to the Queen of Peace as Her servants–the only one who can teach us now that our only riding teacher and trainer has passed on