United States Eventing Association

“Omâ. Omâ.” I chant aloud. Slowly and methodically I recite ancient Sanskrit chants and invocations in the warm-up arena. My fellow competitors turn and look wildly around to see what that foreign noise is. They half expect to see a stick of incense burning from a hole in my reins, and me sitting cross-legged atop my dressage saddle with my hands in some strange mudra.