we all feel we listen to our horses .. we want that connection everyone is talking about, but what is it really how does it look?
Well what I have learned so far is that it is different each and every time. My horse came into my life a few yaers ago and what I would have told then is very different to what you would see today. Big and flashy he apppealed to my ego so quickly... but our travels have taken a total trek into the under brush:)
so to lay it out here was a horse person with limitations and big young, green horse... but boy was he breath taking. So now what.....
Saturday, April 16, 2011
a new chapter
as for a long break and personal trials I have come to a new plain of being with my horses :)
I am planning to write about this all in the up and coming weeks. This is to be a place of shared experiances with my horse and I and what we discover;)
I am planning to write about this all in the up and coming weeks. This is to be a place of shared experiances with my horse and I and what we discover;)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Reiki
Reiki is a practical healing technique using laying on of hands to treat and soothe both physical and mental pain and re-balance the body's energies.
Reiki is a Japanese word that means "universal life force energy". It is an ancient healing art that can be traced as far back as 620 BC through Buddhist teachings. Reiki was then re-introduced in the late 1800's by Dr. Mikao Usui in Japan.
Reiki is a safe, non-intrusive healing energy which channels itself to wherever it is needed in your body or the person or animal you are treating. By stimulating the body's natural healing ability at the deepest level, it removes physical and emotional blockages that may have been causing illness or upset for some time.
The essence of Reiki is to cleanse the body and balance the charkas, bringing harmony to mind, body and spirit.
Reiki differs from other healing methods because of its attunement procedure and that the energy originates from the "universal source" rather than directly from the healer.
Reiki is a Japanese word that means "universal life force energy". It is an ancient healing art that can be traced as far back as 620 BC through Buddhist teachings. Reiki was then re-introduced in the late 1800's by Dr. Mikao Usui in Japan.
Reiki is a safe, non-intrusive healing energy which channels itself to wherever it is needed in your body or the person or animal you are treating. By stimulating the body's natural healing ability at the deepest level, it removes physical and emotional blockages that may have been causing illness or upset for some time.
The essence of Reiki is to cleanse the body and balance the charkas, bringing harmony to mind, body and spirit.
Reiki differs from other healing methods because of its attunement procedure and that the energy originates from the "universal source" rather than directly from the healer.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Make your heart shine
One thing I have noticed is how "lucky" people think I am. The secret to that is buy a horse that makes you heart shine when you look at them. Everytime I look at any of my horses my heart feels like it is going to burst! Never mind anyone else's opinions and or advice on this or that. When my filly the little hell cat she was as a foal, was being naughty I just remembered the feeling when that little foal put her sweet head in my lap in the foaling stall . looked at me with those soft doe eyes she has my heart just melted. I then think of the thousand reasons why I bought her. So she went through a hag stage she is now a rock solid mare and I think, a horse to be envied. Strong graceful and proud That's my Aquila!! So when in doubt remember why you made the decision to buy them.
Monday, March 2, 2009
In Conversation
In Conversation
We’ve been here a while and from where I’m sitting, high on the hill, I can see them standing, facing each other. She’s relaxed but determined; hands are behind her back, shoulders down, legs set apart – balanced. She is rooted. A part of the land she stands upon. Her head is tipped slightly to one side as she regards him steadily.
For his part, he has more attitude. He faces her full on, his shoulders are set – square. He challenges the earth and although he is still, movement ripples through him.
Appearances are everything aren’t they? If you look the part the other believes it. Don’t they? His certainty sometimes wavers – a visible quiver.
As I watch, the grass scratches at my legs, and the sun warms my neck. A beautiful day for conversation. They are down the hill from me. I can’t see their eyes but I know hers are soft, cajoling and, no doubt, a little smile plays on her lips. His eyes are mutable; changing from hard and almost challenging, to hesitant – apologetic.
As I watch, the exchange continues. Lessons for both. He dips his head to the ground, considering his next move. Then, inspired, he turns away, showing her his left side and the livid scar that sill stands against the black.
In return, she whispers softly, and without hesitation, walks slowly around to face him once again. She returns to her previous stance.
The sun shines on the back of her head now and it dances on her dark hair, almost the same black as his own. It’s tied back in childlike bunches, but the extravagant tattoos on her neck belie aged confidence that challenges his youth. A litany of experience is in this woman. Her scars match his own.
There is no rush. He watches her from one eye, effecting nonchalance, long black lashes blinking over brown. He dips once again, turns and steadies. She circles too. Now both back to their former positions. A study in motion. A dance.
I remain at my distance as time passes noting the sun’s descent until the rising mosquitoes start to bite. Then I stand to leave. They both startle at my movement, having forgotten my presence long ago, and make involuntary steps towards each other.
Her confusion fades and he watches as she raises a hand to acknowledge my parting. Still unsure, he takes another step forward, a fearful movement? No - possessive. She looks back at him, focussed again and whispers.
He steps forward once more and leans his head down to her – eye to eye. And now finally they connect, forehead to forehead. She smiles and raises a hand to stroke his neck.
As I return to my car I can hear the sound of hooves in canter and know a bargain has been struck. A horse and a woman – in conversation. A celebration.
We’ve been here a while and from where I’m sitting, high on the hill, I can see them standing, facing each other. She’s relaxed but determined; hands are behind her back, shoulders down, legs set apart – balanced. She is rooted. A part of the land she stands upon. Her head is tipped slightly to one side as she regards him steadily.
For his part, he has more attitude. He faces her full on, his shoulders are set – square. He challenges the earth and although he is still, movement ripples through him.
Appearances are everything aren’t they? If you look the part the other believes it. Don’t they? His certainty sometimes wavers – a visible quiver.
As I watch, the grass scratches at my legs, and the sun warms my neck. A beautiful day for conversation. They are down the hill from me. I can’t see their eyes but I know hers are soft, cajoling and, no doubt, a little smile plays on her lips. His eyes are mutable; changing from hard and almost challenging, to hesitant – apologetic.
As I watch, the exchange continues. Lessons for both. He dips his head to the ground, considering his next move. Then, inspired, he turns away, showing her his left side and the livid scar that sill stands against the black.
In return, she whispers softly, and without hesitation, walks slowly around to face him once again. She returns to her previous stance.
The sun shines on the back of her head now and it dances on her dark hair, almost the same black as his own. It’s tied back in childlike bunches, but the extravagant tattoos on her neck belie aged confidence that challenges his youth. A litany of experience is in this woman. Her scars match his own.
There is no rush. He watches her from one eye, effecting nonchalance, long black lashes blinking over brown. He dips once again, turns and steadies. She circles too. Now both back to their former positions. A study in motion. A dance.
I remain at my distance as time passes noting the sun’s descent until the rising mosquitoes start to bite. Then I stand to leave. They both startle at my movement, having forgotten my presence long ago, and make involuntary steps towards each other.
Her confusion fades and he watches as she raises a hand to acknowledge my parting. Still unsure, he takes another step forward, a fearful movement? No - possessive. She looks back at him, focussed again and whispers.
He steps forward once more and leans his head down to her – eye to eye. And now finally they connect, forehead to forehead. She smiles and raises a hand to stroke his neck.
As I return to my car I can hear the sound of hooves in canter and know a bargain has been struck. A horse and a woman – in conversation. A celebration.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Things Take Time
TTT wow do I hate those three words together. Right now is a time when I have hit a bit of a block in the road not really wanting to ride all that much trying to find a good barn to ride at etc.. how to over come the winter riding woes.
First take time off in the winter. You have a lot to do,and the weather to contend with here in good ol' Canada. I have been trying to find a nice place so I can board my horses at home and only put them in a boarding situation for a few months. Talk about a hard thing to find then never mind choosing a barn to ride at durning the winter months.
First take time off in the winter. You have a lot to do,and the weather to contend with here in good ol' Canada. I have been trying to find a nice place so I can board my horses at home and only put them in a boarding situation for a few months. Talk about a hard thing to find then never mind choosing a barn to ride at durning the winter months.
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