I was recently perusing Google for horse related blogs and came across The Top 100 Equestrian Blogs set up by Feedspot. The blogs covered everything from A for Apparel to Z for Zebra. It is an incredibly wide variety of equine perspectives in one site. Feedspot is awesome. For $24.00 a year my blog is now one of the Top 100, #83. I am so excited.
The same week a friend messaged me an article from The Shift Network witten by Sara B. Willerson, LCSW. She speaks eloquently to both the experiential and spiritual horse/human relationship. I emailed her and asked if I could share her story on my blog. She said yes. What a Gift.
Even the Horses Are Speaking… Are you Listening?
Posted May 14, 2018
By Sara B. Willerson, LCSW
Horses have been part of my life since childhood, and for the last 15 years, co-facilitators in my psychotherapy practice. My equine-guided lesson in listening began when my horse Pooh came into my life at age 14. This horse and I had a deeply connected relationship for over 20 years and he completely shifted my world. Without saying a word, Pooh soothed my unspoken wounds, connected me with my courageous self, and challenged me in ways I had never been able to before on my own.
Nature and horses were my sacred space and where I felt in tune and at peace with myself. Even at such a young age, I had a deep knowing that Pooh was re-connecting me with my heart and soul. He is the reason I partner with horses in a therapeutic practice today.
In 2013, I self-published a book, Journey To The Heart Through The Way Of The Horse, composed of horse wisdom I had been gathering for about six years. This book originated from a shamanic journey I experienced in 2006. I can’t remember the original question I asked of my guides at the time, but clearly they had a different agenda with me that day. Instead, I found myself surrounded by horses, as far as I could see. They had come to me because they wanted me to write their story — to tell the human race why they are here on this earth, and why they have always been with us.
To say this was scary, was a complete understatement. If I remember correctly, I’m pretty sure I came up with all sorts of excuses — both during that journey and afterward — of why there was NO WAY I could ever write what they were wanting. These Spirit Horses were relentless in their request. They came into my dreams on a regular basis with their persistent appeal. As I continued to ignore my dreams, the horses in my daily life joined in the campaign, so I was getting it from both sides of the veil. This dual-sided approach went on for quite a while. For the record, it is not always fun to have a herd of massive beings following you around and in your face with the reminder of such a sacred invitation! Eventually I said yes and began writing their words of wisdom.
I sat with my herd, friends’ horses, historical horses, horses in art exhibits, horse ancestors, horses at sporting events, and even the evolutional line of horses, each time vigorously writing down the words of their flowing, deeply moving language. I came to understand their deep wisdom and ancient lineage. That horse is here to assist not only in our healing, but also in our growth toward expanded connection and higher conscious awareness. In my time with them, it has become very clear they are here on this earth for a specific mission. The Horse Consciousness
It was long ago when we came.
We came to remind you of who you are.
We are part of you and we hold the key to you remembering all of Who You Are.
You are Love. You are Freedom. You are Joy.
You are expansiveness beyond limitation.
We as Horse, embody all of these characteristics
And yet you possess them as well.
And yet you seem to forget.
We have been here all along to remind you of your True Way.
Your True Nature.
In our interactions with you,
We show and share with you this True Essence of Being.
There are no limitations. There is no end to it. It just IS.
We carry these qualities throughout your entire being.
When you sit with us, you are connected to this essence.
But at times, you still seem to forget that we are simply showing you,
Reminding you, of what you already possess.
There is no cost for it.
It is simply who you are.
And so we, collectively Horse, wish to remind you
Of the expansive love that IS the human race.
Come back and remember this for yourselves.
Allow the memory and the knowing to course through your very being
And let it expand throughout the land and the world.
Connect with us all and live in this state of bliss and knowledge.
Be the Essence of Who You Are.
I love this passage recorded from the Collective Horse Consciousness. To me, it is a principal base of horse medicine. As I partner with these amazing, gentle, and wise beings, I see first-hand their gifts to us in this realm. They support us in creating a grounded connection with the earth and all of nature. They inherently model how to walk from a place of balance and harmony with our selves and the world around us. The wisdom of their herd-based certainty that all interactions are able to come from a source of compassion, partnership and right use of power.
This morning as I was sitting with the herd (and gathering my courage to write this article), they shared a present-day message on their role and the ways they are walking with us:
“We are here to pattern the Earth’s energy into a harmony of flow. Our hoofbeats flow with the heartbeat of the earth. When humans walk with us, they calibrate themselves to this flow. This is the original vibration. It is why we are here. Attuning with self. Being in flow with all around. Entrainment with the earth.”
This special herd of horses is calling us to listen, connect, and flow with Mother Earth’s vibration. I see them inviting each one of us to step outside into nature. feel your feet planted and in communion with the earth. Hear the hoofbeats of her vibrational pulse and attune to this internal heart. Take a deep breath. Allow yourself to step into this beautiful, harmonious field. Stand with your horse guide who shows up to walk with you on the original vibration path.
Even the horses are speaking…Are you listening?
Sara B. Willerson, LCSW, and Horses, Heart & Soul® provide equine-facilitated psychotherapy, learning, and nature-inspired creativity services for children and adults in the North Texas area. Sara and her herd live and work on 19 peaceful acres just north of Dallas. She completed an Equine Experiential Learning Apprenticeship with Eponaquest in 2003 and is an Advanced Approved Instructor. She is tri-certified with and a board member of Equine Facilitated Wellness Canada. She is trained in Shamanic Practice and Healing Touch For Animals®. Sara’s professional experience has focused on working with clients through issues of trauma, anxiety, depression, grief, and life transitions. Together with her equine partners, Sara invites everyone to experience the transformational healing power of the horse outside of the traditional office environment. Click here for more information.
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Long before I was a teacher I was a student. From the first breath shared with a horse, I was enraptured. It became my mission, in whatever level of maturity I lived, to learn all my limited mind and bottomless heart could encompass about the horse. My early teachers, guides and horse friends were books. Margaret Henry, Walter Farley, C.W. Anderson, Margaret Cabell Self, Mary O’Hara, Will James, Dan Muller; famous and obscure, factual and fictional, I read everything related to horse.
My first riding teachers included Del Gonzales, Andy Ruiz, Dr. McCormick and Western Horseman.
Obie (short for Obnoxious) was a donkey, my first equine. He gave me his full friendship. I was young ( 11 years old) and inexperienced enough to laugh when Obie chased my little brother out of his personal space. We wandered the dirt roads around our home, jumping little branches in the road. He was everything I needed and wanted. I could easily hop onto his back. I think that is what gave me the confidence to vault onto a horse and ride a bare back. Our honeymoon was short lived. The family returned one night, actually one early morning, to Obie’s bellowing welcome. I think my parents envisioned lights coming on in every house bordering our short dirt road. They rehomed him within week.
My greatest teacher was Champagne Lady. She taught me to be light, sensitive and honest. To this day I am in awe of the quality of horse who was my first. Her training was far beyond my experience, but she taught me with the help of human guides. She was my ground and the expression of my spirit from age 14 through 18. I did not own a saddle until I was twenty-five years old. Everywhere we went we were bareback. We galloped along the surf of Topanga Beach, traversed the PCH to George’s Market, tracked Topanga Creek and even once ventured up Topanga Cyn Blvd. to The Center, my friend riding her horse and my brother riding double with me. My friend now says “What were we thinking?” Right? Sometimes you just have to find out it’s not the smart thing to do by doing it. I wish I had photos of those years.
For five years I was side tracked by motherhood and marriage. When I came back to horses it was as a teacher as well as a student. Many years, many changes, and I am still learning. I learn from friends with whom I share the horse experience, I learn from former students, I learn from other’s exploration into the horse/human relationship, but mostly I learn from the horses.
What are your stories of your first explorations into the horse/human relationship?
First it is an imperceptible movement within the vast infinite sea. Then it is a thought, then it is desire which becomes a passion, an irresistible urge rising out of the depths of all possibilities, a place beyond the limits of imagination. It pushes and heaves and in a mighty burst birth breaks through the crust of manifestation.
Horse-Rider dripping foam and froth of birth, rises from weightless space of thought into weighted gravity of matter.
Atmosphere presses against body. Organ crushing unrelenting clamp causes a compulsive whole being inhalation – the in breath of incarnation – now a created concrete beingness, Horse-Rider emerge as one from the sea, riding the momentum of immensity from which it emerges, not yet fully formed, not yet landed. The heave and roll and undulating current of sea moves it steadily toward shore. With the force of a cosmic fist driving knuckles first into the wavering seam of creation, Horse-Rider is thrown into manifested life.
Weight, unrelenting weight of matter. No longer one, but two; Horse and Rider. Standing in stunned senses, froth of amniotic soup and blood drips and pours from nostrils, ears, eyes, skin, submerging them in a fountain of their own creative fluids. Another wind blast intake of air fills every internal cave and crevice, lungs and heart open, expand, pulse in separateness, two hearts, two beings.
Horse lowers his head and snorts at the blood spiraling and splashing out from beneath his anxious hooves and shies lifting whole body out of the offensive pool of birth blood. He turns and inspects, ears forward, nostrils flaring.
Rider grasps tight with hands and legs, nearly unseated in the explosive motion. Out of balance in this unknown – mind gripping fright, already forgotten the place of beginning. There is only this heaving creature beneath her. Vertigo of sensation caught in the curl of a visual, emotional, mental tidal surge, spun in the collapsing tunnel crashing into this new awareness of living. Senses are stunned by the tsunami impact of sight, sound and feel. The crash of the curling waves cresting and crumbling against sound blasted rock and sand. The surge swirls past horse hooves, enervating tickle cold, he backs away, head low, snorting. Rider grab fistfuls of mane, sensing the shift and alignment of bone, tendons and muscles, unfamiliar inner tension – strength and weakness – looseness and tightness – hard edges and soft curves – an unfolding of opposites within her being, desperately clinging to the back of horse.
Horse snorts at the receding foam, takes a step. Rider senses movement, feels her body align, another horse step, another adjustment. The cramping hug of her legs begin to soften, Spine lifts into the vast openness above, aligning her head and neck and shoulders over the bones of her hip. A sharp and sudden spasm shivers through her, bones lengthen, tendons, ligaments, muscle make connections and wrap joints.
Again she is slammed with outward sensation. Now sight and sound and touch and smell are differentiated. The air glistens with micro-mini sun caught molecules. The rumble of the ocean reverberates through horse’s hooves, penetrating her inner cells, activating the pulse of heart and blood. Her lungs open, filling with iridescent life breath. The eye shielding brilliance of the sun disc caresses her outer sense with penetrating heat, skin penetrating, scalp penetrating the heat descends in a golden ray permeating Riders inner being, descending, ascending like a helix through her center, descending through horse, through glimmering sand, to earth’s core. Spirit of light is embraced in earth womb, kissed in earth consciousness, mother blessing her child through spirit and sending back to Rider, spirit baptized in matter.
Horse explodes in sense overload, legs bend then stiffen shooting him into the air, seeking escape, feeling there is no safety in Rider, her knowing disconnected from their one spirit. Gravity ensnares him, dragging him to the ground. He lunges forward, hooves pounding against the sand, propelling him forward with legs frantically pumping beneath his great heart, driving spirit into muscle, extending neck and shoulders, he begins a race for his very life, his spirit, his being.
Rider, thrown off balance, grips horse with grappling arms, legs, hands and feet. Mind locks in fear, breath shallow, nerves chaotic, shutting out all senses except survival, she hangs in limbo, a broken connection.
Imperceptibly Rider feels a magnetic pull, an attraction, a blossoming of emanating energy from Horse heart, encircling her heart, entraining the turbulent boom of primal pounding, heart to heart. A tenuous internal connection – she begins to feel the bounding rhythm in Horse’s body. Through tendrils of fear her mind opens to this connection. Cautiously she maneuvers her body back onto Horse – recognizing the heave and sway so reminiscent of the sea carrying her and Horse in the currents of the amniotic fluid of creation. Newly invigorated muscles bunch and lengthen, she leans into the velocity of horse’s headlong charge through his fear, his terror of the grappling, clinging body, unbalanced, unsupported relationship.
Hair ringed hooves harpoon the sand, surf, seaweed, all unheeded in Horse’s unleashed run for survival. The seaweed wraps and clings to his pasterns and fetlocks, begins to drag and tangle itself as his hooves whip through the stems, stems snaking rope knots about his legs. Trapped, he stops, white foam lathering shoulders and flanks, lungs and heart battering breath and blood. Every cell in his body trembles. He feels Rider slip from his back. Caressing hands console his body, kind crooning sounds soothe his terrified mind. He feels the knots loosen from his ankles and the rope stems slip from his legs. Dropping his great head to the ground he takes a deep groaning breath, allowing the comfort of Rider’s hands and voice to assure him that she remembers who they are, that they are still one even though two.
Two yet one, Rider’s heart fills with a hope, an anticipation, a love so big it plunges from the confines of her chest spilling into her arms and legs, feet and hands, shoulders and throat, tumbling into her head, her thoughts, her perception, over flowing and encompassing Horse, so protective of his delicate nervous system, his brave generosity, his need to be one of two. Love lifted she leaps onto Horse’s broad back, her legs explore the spring of his ribs, the muscles of his back beneath her buttocks, and the damp heat of his sweated hide sticky against her skin. With breath, intent and a quiet tightening of her legs she urges horse to move forward, stepping out of entanglement, stepping out toward the horizon of fanning, slanting pink, orange and purple pluming as Sun settles into a cosmic nest of radiating color.
White caps play against the sheet of deepening color reflecting orange, yellow, red, blue, indigo, violet – rainbow hued arching to the gusting breeze, tickling ocean skin, exiting nerves of riders skin, infusing her breath with the colors of the sinking sun. Colors radiate upon the sand heaped dunes and flowering iceplant. Birds bank in the thrust of the wind, kaleidoscopic colors shining off iridescent wings, shimmering in the brined air, caught in the scalloped sand of the fore beach – scattered sparkling particles of light in air and water and energy. Rider releases her body to Horse. Horse offers his mind to Rider.
Rider turns West toward the setting sun, horse moving with her gaze, a compass arrow aligned in shared direction. Golden light gleams, horizontal light of the setting sun encompass Horse and Rider in a golden shower. Rider turns South, Horse pivoting to her intention, facing out toward the horizon of the great heaving sea, darkening in the early twilight. Rider turns North, with horse facing the rounded breast of dunes, casting shadows in the fading light. Together Horse and Rider turn East, the dunes recede into fathomless distance. Moon, at the border of land and sea is beginning Her lift from the horizon, a breath catching silver radiance seeping into the gloom. Silhouetted in the cross point of Earth and Sky, Water and Land, Horse and Rider breathe in promise, the promise of adventure, the adventure of love and loss, birth and death, the ageless adventure of embodied spirit.
Horse, restless in anticipation, prances his intention. Rider soothes, yes, just a moment more. The sun has set, there is a phosphorescent diamond dust sparkling in the surf, in the surge, in the waves. Deep shadows drape the dunes, the cuff of coastline arcs against the rising globe of the moon, ending in a rocky point pushing into the pound of the sea. A symphony of stars grace the domed darkness of sky, vanishing into the depth of sightless horizon. Horse trembles and snorts, paws and lifts his head, eye open to expansive energy inviting him to engage in its expression. With an exhale of breath Rider releases Horse. He springs into the air, bouncing forward on hind legs, forelegs grasping for the promise pulsing in his veins. His hooves hit the ground running.
And then there is only Horse and Rider and the ecstasy of unrestrained, unfettered freedom, exposed power of energy in motion. With lengthening stride horse reaches into each moment, driving into the barrier of future, releasing the past footfall, balancing for the next, reach, rebalance, release. Rider leans into the acceleration of Horse’s charge through space and time, arms outstretched like wings, laughing into the lunar light, hips and legs holding to horse, to the undulating surge so like the great power of the sea. Together, in the full exaltation of life shared, they race the phosphorescent waves, sparks springing from beneath horse’s flying hooves, sparklers mirroring the moon gleam bouncing across the surface of the throbbing sea.
They gallop, fully extended in physical being, in emotional bliss, in mental unity with each other and all that is within the stage of their theater, breathing great lungful’s of night, laced with starlight, moonbeam and shimmering waves, intoxicated by the wondrous sensations and scents, washed in a wind of their own creation in a tincture of salt and sweat and sea.
As suddenly as their run starts it ends. Horse crests, mirroring the crown and spray of wave, his hind legs slide underneath him, front legs lifting, back and neck round, the spume of mane and tail flung forward, Horse and Rider reach land’s end. Rock slick, awash with tidal turmoil, trails into a wash of moonlight, silver mercurial cobblestones form a path across the face of the ocean.
There is but a pause in forward motion, a breath, a half halt. Rider urges Horse forward into the mystic moonlit moment, each hoof tipping the glistening cobblestones, Horse and rider gallop on, and on, pulled by some great magnet into the cosmic presence of their destiny. The weight of gravity begins to disintegrate, shedding itself in swaths of iridescent star dust, a shining in the darkness streaking into the bright of the moon. Rider exhales, her breath twinkling, feeling the spaciousness of body, effortless, wingless flight of Horse as they traverse the outward path, lifted by the primordial dark energy of life and light.
A vibrating orb of green and rose begins to glow within the Heart chakras of Horse and Rider. Deeper and richer and fuller the colors intensify, expand until one encapsulates the other, blending hearts in unity and energy of love. Descending matter radiates in a light show of red, orange and yellow, ascending spirit glows in blue, indigo and violet, Horse and Rider, a rainbow comet soaring through the infinite cocoon of space. An ecstasy of oneness, wholeness even as the weight of embodiment falls in a shower of shooting stars, Horse and Rider release heart and mind to the pull of the great magnet, the path home.
Horse and Rider gallop on and on. A vibrant glow expands upon the horizon of their path, it fills their vision, a blooming, billowing luminescent cloud, sacred burial place of stars, sacred birthing place to solar systems, enduring stage of reincarnation, the fingerprint of God. Time and space collapse into one infinite moment, one immortal archetype. Horse and Rider dissolve into particles of gas and dust, a miniscule dot in the sweeping kaleidoscopic dance of color and shape, finding home in nebula, an essence of eons in the exquisite beauty of destruction and creation, forever Horse-Rider in the primordial whole.
I’m reading “The Feminine Face of God: The Unfolding of the Sacred in Women” by Sherry Ruth Anderson, Patricia Hopkins and wanted to share this quote with you.
“When I was a girl I would roam through the pastures with my horse, Spotty, and there would be a communion, a great sensuous song of life being sung through us that I have no words for.” Anonymous
These words are so very validating to read; the experience similar to my own. It is only as I grow in years and wisdom that I truly acknowledge the communion with nature, with life, that riding my horse has granted me. A blessing of spirit, “a great sensuous song of life….” Several years ago I attempted to put this wondrous song into a poem. The poem won a first place in a contest held by the East Bay Equestrian Network.
Meadow Music – A Rider’s Song
Meadow music notes of spring
Flow the contour of the hills
Swirl the ponderosa canyons
To the rhythm of gentle hoof beats walking
To the meadow music notes of spring.
Yellow flowers rising, reaching sunburst beauty
To the gentle hoof beats passing through their midst
Walking gentle hoof beats,
One-two, one-two, one-two-three-four.
Meadow grass seeds on their slender stalks
Bow and bob in unison to the rhythm of
The meadow music notes of spring
To the gentle rhythmic hoof beats
Of the mare walking in the horse dimension
Meadow music notes of summer
Simmer warmly through the valley
Wrap round trails traced on hillsides
To the rhythm of muffled hoof beats walking
To the meadow music notes of summer.
Powder puffs of cedar scented dust rise in rhythm
To the muffled hoof beats passing on the path.
Walking muffled hoof beats,
One-two, one-two, one-two-three-four.
Toasted gold by summer solstice
The meadow grass sways in sleepy melody to
The meadow music notes of summer
To the muffled rhythmic hoof beats
Of the mare walking in the horse dimension.
Meadow music notes of autumn
Serenade the oaks and alder,
Decked in glowing passion colors,
To the rhythm of happy hoof beats walking
To the meadow music notes of autumn.
Leaves red and gold shake and shimmy
To happy hoof beats walking in their glory.
Happy walking hoof beats,
One-two, one-two, one-two-three-four.
Parading the yellow leafed road,
Petals of sunlight flutter and fall to
The meadow music notes of autumn
To the gentle rhythmic hoof beats
Of the mare walking in the horse dimension.
Meadow music notes of winter
Sing the blackbirds in the choir loft
Of the ancient oak tree’s branches
To the rhythm of crisp hoof beats walking
To the meadow music notes of winter.
Five hundred voices trilling, singing gospel in god’s house
To crisp hoof beats passing ‘neath their perch.
Crisp walking hoof beats,
One-two, one-two, one-two-three-four.
In the waning light of winter, reflected in the shivering pond,