Thursday, December 9, 2010
I asked him to follow the feel on the halter. He had trouble following the feel when I was on the left wanting him to follow the feel to the right. He wanted to look at me, but with a tap of the line on his cheek he quickly learned that was not the answer. I have finally learned, that it is better, just to go there! Make the correction quickly and clearly, just like the lead mare does.
I had the perfect example shown to me by Valentine and Jessie when they first got to co-mingle with Moses (on purpose!) in the field. We were all there, all the mares and Sterling too, I was cleaning as usual and playing with horses when I got bored with the cleaning. I let everyone in quietly, without a fuss. I noticed earlier in the morning Mo and Valentine seemed to be interested in one another across the fence so I knew it would be a good time to bring everyone in. Valentine is my lead mare and Jessie is the enforcer, but she honors Valentine's lead and they are usually together.
Without looking at or acknowledging Moses at all, Valentine went straight to grazing. Jessie and Moses both turned butts to each other and tucked under and I thought they were going to kick each other. Then they didn't ~ Hmmm. Then with just a cock of her ear in his direction, Valentine double barreled him! I heard Whack. She was back to grazing only one heart beat later. He was looking at her like a little puppy dog seemingly apologizing for being in the way, and only moments later, they were touching noses and that touch ran all the way to the flank. Lovely example of Love language and leadership. Firm fair and friendly.
So that was my goal when Moses did not follow the feel on his halter, but wanted to turn and face me. Touch quickly, firmly and go back to grazing, so to speak. Like Valentine, I was sure this was the best way to get through this uncomfortable place of misunderstanding. Unlike Valentine, I needed to repeat this lesson a time or two during our session! Soon enough, he was asking me questions about the quality of his hind quarter yield :) So we quit for the day, friendly confident and happy.
It was two days later when we revisited this lesson and gratefully, the yields were soft and way better than how we left off! We have been making a habit out of approaching one another with our necks relaxed and body language soft. I go out several times a day to give Moses a piece of carrot, just to reinforce the relaxation. I go up to him and crouch down in front of him and encourage him to come get his carrot. At first he would come right into my space, not asking permission to share the space, but taking it, so I needed to send him away. But as the days went by and our lessons progressed he realized the price for the carrot was to come in relaxed, respecting my space and asking politely.
I wasn't sure a couple of days ago if this horse was going to be a reliable riding horse for his owner, and I'm still not sure, but I was encouraged yesterday by the shift in him. I think he is having congruent conversations on all fronts, even Mya, my little 30 inch tall mini mare, tells this dominant horse where to be, then she leaves him alone until he asks politely.
Once again, it is my honor and privilege to live, play and work In the Company of Horses..........
Sunday, December 5, 2010
While Mo's attention was on everything, he had an ear cocked on me the whole time. When he got fixated on something in the distance, I thoroughly got invested in whatever it was as well, then decided, like a leader, that nothing was wrong and we should move on to the important work of investigating the new space. When his head was below his withers, and he was blowing and looking for grass to chew on, we went into the round pen and I removed all strings. He was very connected to me, following me wherever I went feeling like a herd of two. So we picked up the pace trotting together. Without looking at him I could feel his head come up above his withers, so I came down to the walk making my circle much smaller so as to keep the walk and continue to slow down. As soon as he looked at me, I invited him in. Rinsed and repeated until he was able to trot with me without his head coming up. That happened through walk, trot, stop transitions. It took about 20 minutes and I opened the gate and we went out. I was hoping he wanted to go to the water trough to drink; instead he went to the water trough with me and got interested in where the girls are. Then he went to the creek and was very interested in crossing.
Now if he had gone down the bank and crossed the creek, he would have been out in the general population with my herd and on the track of my paddock paradise. I did not want this to happen. So I observed for the better part of an hour and made the determination that he would cross the creek if caught up in enough excitement and given the dominant tendencies I have already witnessed, I was sure he wanted to go cavort with the big girls. So I put up an electric barrier where I thought he would cross, thinking it was done.
He went back into the round pen and rolled repeatedly, violently, I suspected he had some discomfort and he began to paw at the ground. I've seen this horse show signs of colic in a situation where he was worried. So I put his rope on him and took him; keeping the belly of the rope on the ground, once again, to the water. He checked it out but did not drink, so we went to see if he wanted to stand on the tires. When he got focused on the task at hand he did lots of licking and chewing. It was a nice connection, so while he was still on the tire, I took off all strings and left him alone. He showed no signs of discomfort. I went to get him some hay. When I arrived in the field with the hay, I was immediately accosted for the food, he ripped it right out of my hands. Hmmmmmm another sign of dominant behavior, claiming the food.
With no fuss, just noticing, I walked away to get my stick. Now prepared, I was very clear about claiming the hay. I did not touch him, just claimed the hay, like I have seen other horses do countless times. When he looked at me longingly, questioning, I picked up the fleck of hay walked it over to him and I walked away. I did that a few more times, all the while being clear, fair, friendly and unwaivering in my intention to claim the food. He responded with more and more respect each time.
With only one more short session online for the day, just asking him to lower his head in motion and relax, I considered the day a success. Then came the first night.
Earlier in the day I noticed that Mo and Summer seemed to like one another. So as the light of the day waned, I had a thought that I did not listen to. I should leave Summer in the field with Moses. It may not be enough that the whole herd is just on the other side of the fence on the track, eating hay next to him. So, at 2AM I am woke to the sound of rolling thunder. It sounded like it was just rolling around the house. I went out and found the whole herd in the front lawn including Moses! I have no idea how he got out of the field and onto the track with everyone. So by the time I got out back to see if anyone was left (only Sterling - Yelling for the herd) the thunder rolled right up to me! Lots of energy and I'm pretty sure there was not a bit of moonlight. I got a rope and went in and put it on Moses, then took him out to the space just behind the barn, Summer happily came with us. There they were quietly together for the rest of the night.........
All in all a very interesting first 24 hours!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
So, it's pouring out, not cold but windy and sideways rain, lots of it. All of the horses were tucked inside the outside shelter, mostly wet because the rain is coming from the South. I think it would be a nice idea to go out and bring them all into their barn, cozy, dry, more room, hay, you know comfy.
I go out, prepare the barn make my way through the driving rain to the gate, get Jacquie's attention, and run back to the barn expecting everyone to follow. I'm in there waiting and waiting, I poke my head out and I see Hearty, Jessie and Jacquie half way to the gate looking at me dressed head to toe in rain gear, I'm sure they can't hear me calling them because the gale force wind is blowing my voice to the county north of me, but they see me for sure waving at them to come in. Now these horses come into this barn once every day to eat. They love it, look forward to it, I've watched them waiting to come in and eat day after day, year after year for 20 years; rain, snow, wind, thunder and lightning, sunshine, night, every type of weather condition, they come in. But, they are looking at me then back at the shelter, I'm thinking they are coming, I run back in to get ready to receive them, and they don't come! I look back out and they are now all back in the shelter! I'm wondering what's stopping them.
So I get a halter and lead rope and go back out into the torrential and driving rain, now soaked in spite of my rain gear, and Summer sees me because now they are all stirring. Gratefully, she chooses to come in, then the migration begins, so I get back to the barn to get everyone where they need to be and just like every other day every horse is waiting outside the barn, at the doorway, waiting for their herd leader Valentine to enter first. The ducks, chickens and cats all make way and in perfect order everyone files in; calm and quietly going only where they are suppose to. First Valentine, then Jessie, Patches, Summer, Hearty, the little ones, and lastly Sterling. It occurs to me that all along they were waiting, waiting for valentine to make the move to the barn. More important than comfort or food; the safety of the herd leader saying lets go.
That Jessie, she is not only a beauty, but a gift!
Monday, August 23, 2010
The whole herd was sleeping under Sorrels' tree this morning. (Sorrel is pictured here on the left with Jessie and Patches laying down 1996) They were sleeping in a circle; Valentine, Jessie, Summer on one side; Patches, Mya, Jacquie then Hearty at the top close to Valentine. And close they were, lying down, everyone except Mya, who, when standing up is no taller than any of the other girls lying down, standing in the center of the circle standing as the Sentry, once again solidifying her value in the herd.. They are a close family band who has lost their herd leader to old age. We found him this time just yesterday, sleeping in death there, under his tree.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Carrie and Donald have loved and hosted Morning Star many times and this time last year, Morning Star had been staying with Carrie for a couple of months. We had lots of gatherings, made drums and flute bags together and ate many meals. It was at our Healing Retreat last year that Vince Chafin gifted Morning Star's Eagle flute to her and she treasured it and played quite well..... I'll never forget how we traveled to New York City with our drums to drum in Central Park! We had a Rockin' great time met some awesome people and got thrown out of the park! It was great. I think it was 12 of us who walked around and found a great restaurant for dinner and all enjoyed one another....... my word I will miss our Morning Star.......
It is pertinent to note here that those of us who did not participate in this drum making workshop were out learning how to extract energy from nature, hold and manipulate it, then give it to someone else. Terry who was one of the ladies holding Morning Star until the paramedics arrived said later, that this practice that Ginger calls Hands on Healing in Nature made a huge difference in her being able to stay focused and in every moment while there in the rain and the mud. We felt and saw the storm approaching and quickly returned to camp to help batten down the hatches. You never know with storms here, they could look really bad and just blow over or they could look not so bad and get bad quickly. This one apparently had straight line winds of 75 miles per hour. There was large hail hitting us and then there was the complete white out. We could only see white and I don't recall hearing anything.
I found Morning Star's shoes just where she left them, by the white deer heading toward her Medicine Wheel.
In this photo to the left the camper you see at the back of the photo belongs to Chuck a friend of Morning Star. He loaned it to her to keep her stuff in while camping out at our Retreats. This is where many of her things are currently being stored. Obviously there are things all over the world that belong to our Morning Star which is why I keep calling her that "our" Morning Star, because it is like she belonged to all of us....
Right away we knew we needed to contact Morning Star's family because the reports from Ginger and Karen were that we are not family and they would only give us limited information. It was important that her family get in touch with the hospital. We had no idea how we were going to reach her family in Australia. We all began to search our memories for names and thought of Facebook! I posted a message on Morning Stars page, then thought to look through her friends to find her family and about an hour or so later Jeff, Jody's (Morning Star's sister) husband called with Robyn (Mom) on the phone. We called our people at the hospital and they were praying with the hospital chaplain. At the moment we called with Mom on the phone, the Chaplain had just asked for a sign if God was with our Morning Star, that is when the phone rang saying Mom was with us. We only know that Robyn was able to talk with someone on the phone from the hospital. For us it was another opportunity to wait.
What we knew was that Morning Star's body was still breathing, a CAT scan had been done and she had been rushed into emergency surgery where we learned later she stopped breathing. The Dr. said the cause of her death was traumatic brain injury. He asked what hit her, Karen and Ginger told him of the tree and he said it is likely she didn't even feel it. Which we also thought, since her arms were still at her side when she lay on the ground. She never regained consciousness. I believe she left with the white lite.
Some of us gathered together lots of wet pillows and blankets and took them to Char's house to dry them. We uprighted and dumped the water out of our tents, made some food and had a drum circle with our friend Jan Jeffries who Morning Star would have loved. (Probably did love if they know each other, I'm not sure!) She played the jumbay (sorry I don't know how to spell it!) I just know MS loved to play it. We rocked the forest and I know Morning Star loved it. The sky was clear and tons of stars out. I didn't even put my rain fly back on my tent. The moon was very full and very bright. When I awoke in the morning it all seemed surreal. Hard to believe if what I thought happened actually happened.
On Friday AM the park sent out a representative to see if anyone needed to talk to a counselor and they began to cut up the trees that had fallen. They had concern about other trees in the area and asked us to move to a location about 10 miles away. We invited them into the camp and showed them Morning Star's medicine wheel that had been cared for by Carrie, Adrienne and Pam who also love Morning Star. They brought baby's breath and beautiful purple heather and bundled together oak leaves to adorn the circle with. They found this heart in a split log!
There are two halves of this heart, I will find them and show you them later.
These were some of the other things still in the Medicine Wheel.
Please scroll down to read post 1 then come back and read post 2 and check back for more of the story.
Thank you! Peace to you and me....
I went back out to the forest at Goshen Pond around 5 PM yesterday to be with the sight having been a week since the storm. When Ginger and I arrived, we were stunned at what we saw. Right there in our campsite, over 40 trees had been cut down by a chainsaw. The oak in this photo was one of the casualties. There were limbs strewn everywhere, tire ruts and still some trees with red ribbons on them, surely marked for destruction. It is hard to imagine why, I have tried all of the reasons I logically could think of, but my heart hurts and I'm mad. I guess this is another opportunity for me to learn from Morning Star's teachings and choose love and as she says there will be more.
There were 40 trees cut down with a chain saw in our camping area. This is a photo of the medicine wheel and that large stump on the left is the tree that held the dream catcher and medicine bag.
My next blog post will begin after the storm around 5 PM on Thursday. For now I want to publish these two and get the story out in the world. In Peace ~ Thank you for caring~ MaryAnn
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Our 3rd Annual Healing Retreat in the Pines was held at the Goshen Pond Campground in Shamong New Jersey June 24-27, 2010. We began the morning with an invocation and welcome meditation led by Morning Star. She had been at this location since last Friday when we set up camp for our Holistic Retreat in the Pines for families with Autism. We camped for 3 days with horses and assisted one another in growing and learning.
This is Morning Star in the background working on cleaning a fawn's skin that was found just on the way to the Retreat. In the Foreground is Pablo the Pony who is working miracles in the life of Thomas a newly adopted 11 year old boy! And Goudie to Morning Stars left. Goudie is a little 2 year old wire haired dachshund who LOVES Morning Star! To the right is a photo of Summer and Below a photo of Pegasa and St. Gomer carrying Carrie and Morning Star.
The horses are wearing fly screens to keep the bugs; who were only present on the trail, out of their eyes.
Of course Morning Star shared with the families at the Retreat for Families with Autism, her new snake on a stick and her fox and other treasures.
In this photo of Butch (below) and his chuckwagon, the boys are packing up to move up the hill where Morning Star has been camped and preparing the space for our 3rd annual Healing Retreat in the Pines just after the solstice and to include the full moon on the 26th.
As we followed the signs to the Healing Retreat in the Pines,only now, newly named the Morning Star Retreat ~ Excitement built for all of the special things that were to happen at this years retreat......
The White Deer on our banner is a doe that lives in a mixed herd just around the Super Military Bases of Ft. Dix - Maguire AFB and Lakehurst Naval Air Station. If you know the symbolism of the white deer, you can imagine our gratitude when a newly hit white buck was found on the morning of the solstice and Donald (Gentle Bear) promptly carried it to Morning Star. This ultimate symbol of Peace became the poster child for this years retreat a few months ago.
For the Chicksaw people, the white deer is the favored material for a wedding dress. This deer is not albino but white. I found other herds of white deer living on another military base in NY. Ted Andrews in " Animal Speak" notes deer as Gentleness and Innocence - Gently luring to New Adventure. Deer are native to every country on Earth except Australia. If a deer has entered into your life look for new perceptions and degrees of new perceptions for as much as the next 5 years. This white buck was quite young with only small nubby antlers. There is reference as very significant to the fawn staying exclusively with its mother only and nursing often with no other visitors other than the father, linking the child more closely to her family, to protect the newborn to subtle outside influences of energy. When deer show up in your life it is time to be gentle with yourself and others. A new innocence and freshness is about to be awakened or born. There is gong to be a gentle, enticing lure of new adventures. ask yourself important questions. Are you trying to force things? Are others? Are you being too critical and uncaring of yourself? When deer show up there is an opportunity to express gentle love that will open new doors to adventure for you.
All campers and visitors entered under the Welcome Banner. Our first gathering was a welcome and invocation with everyone lead by Morning Star. We all picked an animal druid card and shared the reading. The way we did it is one person shuffles, the next picks for the next person. As is turned out, Morning Star picked the Water Dragon for me and the Owl was picked for her. There were 8 of us in the circle 10 total cards were drawn that morning.
|DRUID ANIMAL ORACLE|
Passion, Depth, Connection
(There are no direct or indirect correlations.)
|OWL||DRUID ANIMAL ORACLE|
Detachment, Wisdom, Change
The Mystery of Magic, Omens, Silent Wisdom, Vision in the Night
and practice an accompaniment for our closing Ceremony on Sunday The Oneness Blessing. And she was making great progress. She loved this box and immediately as Ron entered camp, her first words to him were what do I need to trade you for this box! If you don't know, it's a harmonium and originated in India as an instrument to chant with. Oh, and that is Morning Star's tent in the background. She bought it last summer when she was with us and I know she loved it. Just as the storm was coming up, she was trying to catch it from blowing away.
After we all shared our first meal of the retreat, our first two workshops commenced; Pinelands ecology with Ranger Smith ( left is a picture of Butch and I walking with everyone) and Morning Star's drum making workshop.
And here is the rest of our group. That's Terry on the left next to her husband
Saturday, May 8, 2010
We all have them, things we would rather not talk about, think about. We would rather pretend they weren't there. But they are. My horsemanship mentor once said, MaryAnn, the bags are packed, you are either going to unpack them and see what's inside or carry them around with you and deal with the contents forever!
Some horses are afraid of plastic bags, water or needles, so are some humans. Maybe it's being touched, maybe it's being alone. The fact of the matter is that the dark and scary places are uncomfortable to talk about. They are scary enough to look at alone and downright frightening to share with someone else!
But, any keen observer can see they are there. It's like whistling in the dark, just to keep your feet on the ground. They are not bad, just deep seated fears, real or imagined that we hold onto, mostly because we are afraid to acknowledge them. For humans it's usually fear of judgement from other humans, for horses, it's fear of not living through the day.
Once I started to be able to get some freedom from the grip of the deep dark secrets I held onto so dearly, I could then begin to help horses unpack their baggage. Because what is on the other side is light and fun and free! So much connection and intimacy is available, love is what's present.
This is a the story of my time with a little horse called Nikka. I only had 4 days with her and I spent around16 hours over those days. She is a large, lovely, athletic and very smart painted sport horse. I was recommended to help by Nikka's farrier because she could not stay still long enough to get her feet trimmed.
So I thought I was going to help her with being friendly around her feet, but when I arrived I saw the issue was much larger.
Her owner could put Nikka's halter on well enough and move her around a bit, but the moment that big horse needed to leave, she would just take the rope and go. She had already done this with nose chains and gum chains, so there had to be a way to cause her to want to stay, and it could not be based in fear or intimidation. Nikka was too scared to keep her feet still. Apparently she was a rescue with tales of being used for pulling a cart in Amish country and it did not go well. As a 6 year old she was adopted from slaughter. I never ask about the horses story, I don't want to make assumptions, I just begin to see where the horse is.
When I showed up the first day I saw we had a space about 100 feet wide and 200 feet long. There was another horse and a goat in that space with Nikka. All I wanted to do was to be her friend and rub her with the halter and lead rope. I smiled and approached her with lots of consideration for her bubble. I was honest with her and curious; telling her why I was here. Using feel, timing approach and retreat, when she needed to go, I went with her. I kept my body parallel to hers, no matter where she went. If she was looking at me or we were moving together, I left her alone, if she turned away from me, I tossed my 45 foot rope at her bubble, usually in front of it. I wanted her to believe I could keep up with her amazing athleticism I have noticed, observing herds of horses, the ones with similar color or spirit level typically pair bond. So I wanted her to think of me as someone like her. Committed, athletic and not afraid to be friends. The first day, it was all physical for her and I think it was August, so she was quite sweaty. I was able to quit after I saw a change in her, she actually began to walk toward me, so I walked away and right out of the gate until the next morning.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Many old timers will tell you that you can assess a persons whole character by the way he catches and halters his horse.
Lets talk gate etiquette; If every time you and your horse passed through a gate, you asked your horse to go through, then turn, face the gate and wait for you to latch it, or maybe bring another horse or two along, no horses would be rushing the gate - ever. This habit would cause your leadership to go way up. This habit, applied to riding or not will change your whole realtionship.
(photo) Ms. Patches working on her creek
crossing skills in her paddock paradise.
When cleaning your horses hooves, can you suggest with 4oz of pressure or less that they pick up and hold their foot in the air for you? This habit takes time, but if you are not getting any younger, you will love the results of taking the time to create this partnership, so will your hoof care professional.
Saddling - Can you saddle your horse with no strings attached? Completely at liberty? How about with your leadrope draped in the crook of your arm with lots of slack in it. If you have been polite about cinching, and tightening the girth in slow incriments, moving your horse between each step, this habit will pay off in a big way. You'll never know the problems you didn't get! Unless of course you have a cinchy horse already.
Here is a habit that will earn you points - rub your horse and be grateful for every go and every whoa. When in doubt, rub! Put a smile on your face and in your heart and know your horse is your mirror. This habit will never fail you.
Habit - any regularly repeated behaviour that requires little or no thought and is learned rather than innate.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
She was a donation to In the Company of Horses, but when we got her, she really didn't want anything to do with humans or horses. We turned her out in Jeanne's 29 acres with her herd and only fed and cared for her for one year. She eventually found her place in the herd, but she never seemed comfortable or "at home".
Then one day I was on my way back home from my horsemanship mentor Aimee Brimhall and I stopped in at Jeanne's. While I was at Aimee's we had spent several days learning to see and think in mental pictures and then be able to share those mental pictures with others, humans then horses. So when I got to Jeanne's Valentine was running the fenceline and yelling at me. Now I have been to Jeanne's countless times over her year with us, with and without horses. She knew my herd, but my experience with Valentine was limited to the first day I met her and trailer loaded her and brought her to Jeanne's. So of course I went over to see what she wanted. I went ahead and offered to put my rope on her and invited her out. I was committed to using no body language, only mental pictures. That is hard because communication is mostly body language and I have practiced using body language with horses for many years. So I cleared my head and had a thought and picture that Valentine and I go somewhere together, and before I knew it, she had lept into the air and all I saw was sky around her, I was amazed! All I did was have a thought! I realized I needed to be clear in my thoughts with her, like lets go over there, not just lets go somewhere. I said to Jeanne, right there, I have to take this horse home with me! So, I put her in the trailer, and she was mine!
Now, when we got home it was interesting, my herd accepted her right away, no hooves flying, no biting, just pure acceptance of this mare right away. And it was there that I really began to learn about leadership from Valentine. I had been learning from Aimee about what herd leaders do. How they act, and now I had my own example right in my yard to show me, every day.
Aimee is truly a student of the horse. She was a young home schooled girl in Montana who went to the Parelli University at 15 years of age. When she got home her parents, wanted to see results from what she learned, so she began starting colts to earn $$ for her next semester the Parelli University. When I began to study with her, she had 78 colt starts under her belt. So, like Pat Parelli says, I can't experience, experience for you, but second hand gold is as good as new. So for me, Aimee's vast experience with horses and her ability to communicate about that, has been a gift for me. It was just what I had always been looking for since my handsome Sorrel gelding came into my life and managed things so well 15 years earlier! And, now I had this lovely new horse, beautiful, smart, willing, and athletic who totally picked me!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
It was in 2005 when I found out there is an international program where people were using horses as feedback, professionally, to help other people grow and learn about themselves! I love it! All these years, as my horses were plainly telling me, very clearly, about who I was being, I was learning a craft, a new business!
Now, for me, it wasn't always easy to know just what they wanted me to know, but it was easy for me to see what my friends horses wanted them to know, so I started asking Jeanne, what she saw my horse telling me! It was great! or not, but it was what was going on right then and there. Honestly it wasn't until years later that I actually appreciated this feedback and started to be able to see what my own horses were telling me.
Maybe I was helping a horse with some worry load in a trailer or stop running over it's owner, I could have someone elses horse on the end of my rope and get the feedback easily, but my own horses were much harder for me. I'm sure its because it was personal for me with my own horses. Other horses didn't know me and I didn't know them. I was there to help and they seemed to know it. They were easy, and the results I found were consistent, they taught me to be able to use my own mirrors at home.
I have been a student of Parelli Natural Horsemanship since 1996. I was in my first clinic with Pat Parelli himself, and I learned so much about horses in that weekend, that when Pat said, just follow my program through the foundation program, then go out and do what ever you want with horses, you will have a solid foundation built on principals to see you through all the rest of your horse days. So I did. And in 2005, I got to fulfill on the dream of going to Horsemans' Heaven the International Study Center of Parelli Natural Horsemanship in Pagosa Springs Colorado for the entire year! Patches of course is the horse that took me to Parelli University and got me here today. She is quite the girl. Full of opinions, beautiful in every way. 2005 was the fulfillment of my Parelli Journey. Pat said, now, after your level 3 you have a license to learn. So, once again I listened and I went on to study with Aimee Brimhall McCord.
Aimee listened to the horses like no one I had ever imagined. Aimee brought my awareness around horses to a new level, to the level of being, without thinking about it, just feeling. And shortly after I found Aimee, I found play. Play with horses! Fun, artistry, dancing, connection all with a childlike wonder. This is where things started to get really good! The answer always became yes! All I needed to do was figure out the question, that was the fun part! Horses became a game of interaction for me, a source of lightness, light on my line, light on the earth and light in my life, and I found MOST horses have a wonderful sense of humor! They offer all matter of antics. This is when my herd evolved into a friendly, fun close knit herd, this is also when Valentine came into my life. ....
Friday, February 26, 2010
The thing that I noticed right away was how no matter what, she was not jumping all over Sorrel, like she was jumping all over me!.. I needed some of what he has, horse sense, leadership, clarity, boundaries, she loved him completely and immediately. I thought he was being mean to her, but clearly he knew what he was doing, I was the one putting on my helmet, just to walk her from place to place. Then I started to put Sorrel between Miss Patches and I wherever we went, that was great! She would not jump on him and he would keep her perfectly in place. This is where I knew I needed to figure out what he had that I wanted.