The day began with some review, and then in the afternoon we did our first pieces of work. We did a group session which involved a horse and some drawing. Sounds trivial, but nothing about this course is trivial, believe me. Suffice it to say I connected myself with a horse and was hard at work doing the assignment. At first the horse was interested, and even helped me a little bit, chewing the edge of the paper and making his own mark. However, as I continued to color and draw he quite pointedly turned away. His tail gently raised, and the familiar odor of passed gas wafted by my nose. Well, that was an interesting response from my assignment buddy....
His interest was renewed when my mind went on a tangent and started thinking about a fellow participant. She had left a corporate job and was currently pursuing her passion. 'How did she do that?' I wondered. Shadow wondered right along with me, while I wrote the word Courage a few times on my paper. However, when I started drawing little gold hearts on the page, he once again turned away and gifted me with a rear-end raspberry.
Geeeeez.
After the session was over and we had given our feedback, it was time for one of the more experienced students to do some coaching. Any volunteers? My hand shot up. I really wanted to know what was up with Shadow and his editorial hindquarters.
Coach and I reviewed my drawing, me talking about connection and not being able to have the courage to take the next step in my career by myself, blah blah blah. Shadow, in the round pen, had his back turned during my explanation. We seemed to be getting nowhere in terms of coming to any conclusions. Coach asked if he could touch my drawing, and he held it toward me and asked me what I saw. I pondered for a bit and knew there was something not right but wasn't finding the words to verbalize the discomfort I felt as I looked at all the pretty hearts. Finally, a couple of syllables escaped my lips and immediately tried to shove themselves back down my throat. Coach, though, was quick. He encouraged me to continue, and I blurted out "The colors are all wrong and the whole thing just doesn't feel right." Wow - I had just called a rear-end raspberry on myself! Shadow, of course, had known all along the picture was cow dung.
I was then invited into the round pen with Shadow, and what ensued was my first real taste of the power of an equine healer. Shadow stayed out of my way until I hit upon my truth and everything that my heart had been trying to tell me, and then he joined up and walked with me around and around the pen, gaining momentum with every step. In my vision, I give people, especially women, their voices back. Me and my equine counterparts, we assist people in finding their power, to discover what is best for them and then to effectively communicate that, to say out loud what is their heart's desire. And they do this in a way that is harmonious for everyone involved, from their authentic, loving, heartfelt self.
What a day!
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