A First

I conducted my first session last weekend. It was a practice session, and my husband, who had something he wanted to work on, agreed to be my vict-..., er, client.

One word, grossly overused, but appropriate: Wow.

Even though my skillset and toolbox at this point are pretty slim, there were results, and Glenn said he got a lot of out of it. I can trust my husband to give me a fair assessment of his experience. If I got stuck on what to ask or which direction to go, I just sat there, and in a pretty short space of time a question or direction would reveal itself. I trusted in the process, and it worked!

The most amazing and humbling part, though, was the critical role my beloved Wilma played. She has obviously, once again, just been waiting around for me to get my act together so she could do what she was born for - use her considerable skills to help humans. She let Glenn know when he was right on the mark, and when he backed away or deflected, so did she. And she gave him so much love it was an expansion for all of us on so many levels.

Youngster Lili, Wilma's granddaughter, observed the session with great eagerness. She soooo wanted to jump in and help. Instead, I kept her beside me so we could both watch the master at work. I know she took it all in and has been mulling it over, like I have. This is a filly who learned to wear a halter and be lead by watching the experiences of the other horses.  She is as incredible as grandma Wilma!

This weekend a dear friend is going to sit in the chair, and we are going to partner with one of her horses, who are eager to assist her in her growth. I so appreciate all of my friends, human and equine, who are confirming for me that this is the path I should be on.