tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17427347242786068832024-02-20T07:00:22.793-08:00On The Wings of a Horse* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-18955420505209323752014-12-29T09:10:00.001-08:002014-12-31T09:42:12.018-08:00WHITE CARPET : RED STAIN. <span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Saturday. I woke up this morning with an image in my mind that won’t
go away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I thought if I gave it a
voice it may have more to teach me. It has to do with my personal journey
through domestic violence. It was certainly not a journey that I planned for
myself, but once the engine pulled out of the station, picking up speed ~ it
was hard to jump off the train. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have spent the past few months working on a piece of
“unfinished business” that bubbled to the surface through a series of seemingly
unrelated events. Actually it was brought to my attention by my life coach who
listened to me ramble on about the random chaos of my life;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a disappointing experience with my male
housemate, patchy communication with my son, and yet .. forever optimistic ….
my desire for a new relationship. Yes, I believe I am finally ready.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;">It was she who finally named the elephant in the room. With
her help I have been looking at my relationships with the men in my life ~~
from the very beginning to the present. It has been interesting and sometimes painful;
sorting through what is important, what needs to be transformed, and what needs
to be let go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This morning’s vision was a red stain on white carpet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was curious and when I stepped back I saw
a scene unfold before me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was in a
living room ~ and I knew it was my living room although I have never lived in a
house with white carpet. Someone had spilled dark red wine. They apologized
profusely and even as I quickly found things to mop up the mess I was assuring
them that it was alright, that everything would be all right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I was lying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew the carpet was ruined and would never
be the same again. I had the carpet professionally cleaned and the spot looked
like it really had disappeared. But by that evening, after the workmen had
left, the carpet began to dry and stain popped out again. And every time the
carpet was cleaned the spot faded away a little more, until it was so slight
that only I knew it was there. Maybe it isn’t really there anymore! Can you see
it?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I only see it because I
remember where it happened. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;">That is what domestic violence feels like. There were many
stains …. but it was such a long, long time ago. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cleaned and cleaned that damn carpet. I even
sat a coffee table over the top and could walk right by without even thinking
about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought the stain had
finally disappeared … but here it is again. This is what unfinished business
looks like. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Of course there are elements of forgiveness ~ for myself and
others. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;">But what about wiping the slate clean and forgetting all
about it. Is that the answer? Is it even realistic? Does time heal all wounds?
For me, the answer is “Yes, but” … which quietly dissolves into “No, not
really.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And so here is where I am today. I realize that stain
happened a long time ago to a young girl who had few skills and very little
protection. But today I am a very different person. My forgiveness, offered
many years ago, is still sincere. What to do next? I booked an energy
session with a friend to clear and remove blocked and harmful energy patterns
that no longer serve me. I have studied hard, learned many things, yet often
stopped to smell the roses. I know honest lovely men, most of them married to
dear friends of mine, but I enjoy their company and know there are more men out
there like them. Today I walk with my head up, laugh easily, and am surrounded by friends I can trust to be there for me. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I believe the white carpet is my own young innocence. The "red" stain is the anger I felt deeply and never fully acknowledged. Stains happen, so do miracles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Talking with a qualified coach and receiving
energy work allowed me to move through the process with much more understanding;
deeper and quicker and with more direction. </span></div>
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And I know now that I can choose to pull the cord, stop the train and step off,
thusly … moving forward with grace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Blessed
be.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-64151710971544234242014-11-27T09:50:00.000-08:002014-11-27T09:58:43.355-08:00A Tall Feathered Tale<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Sometimes
things happen when you least expect it and they can totally turn your day
around. This was one of those times.<br />
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I was driving down Sugarloaf Mountain Road thinking about the state of my affairs, </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">which,
if I had any thing to say about them, would be substantially different ~ </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Way
Better ~ to be more specific. I </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">
came around a corner and what I saw before me was too weird to be true.<br />
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There was a man on a bicycle, moving rather slowly as he was pedaling <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><u>up</u> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a steep incline. And running beside him was a
long legged turkey.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I
was shocked silly! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I
pumped my brake pedal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">The
turkey looked very tall; </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">the
man looked very unhappy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I
rolled down my window and leaned out to get a better look. The poor man was
trying to pedal even as the bird viciously pecked at him. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I
casually asked him if this was his pet turkey. He had a hard time talking </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">but
he squawked something like, “this damn bird is trying to kill me!” <br />
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As I slowed my car beside them, the turkey was loudly vocal </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">and
partially threw out his tail feathers into a fan. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">He
was dark brown, wild, and rather trim, apparently from jogging. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">He
appeared to be much more in control than his opponent ~ gobbling, fanning and pecking at the poor fellow !</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">The
gentleman biker had grey hair under his little helmet, and shiny black bike s</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">horts that fit tightly on his upper thighs leaving the rest of his poor leg
exposed. I feel quite confident in assuming he had no idea when he dressed
that day that he would be fending off, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>or
racing against, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a rabid running turkey. <br />
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Lest you think I am being unfair to the biker, he outweighed the bird by 150
pounds at least, and I will confess, under different circumstances, I would
have found them both equally attractive specimens. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I
wanted to yell some encouraging words to the man on the bike but I was
struggling not to laugh out loud. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">It
was tough; I was choking up as I wiped tears from my eyes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">As
I slowly rolled down the road, the scene in my rear view mirror was so comical
I nearly wet my pants. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">That
long legged turkey ran beside the bike in a dead heat. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I
believe the fellow was trying to throw a kick at the bird without losing
momentum. The turkey, displaying a much keener sense of physical prowess and never
missing a stride, would expand his tail feathers and then pull them back into a
neat bundle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I
know it is cliché, but seriously, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">the
last thing I heard as I rolled around the next curve</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">was
the man screaming curses </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">to
which the turkey answered with a long gobble.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">No
matter what is going on in my life,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I
would rather be the turkey than the biker.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;">August 25, 2009</span></span></div>
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* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-47008124301311740002014-09-01T11:17:00.000-07:002014-09-01T11:17:50.155-07:00FIGHTING THE DEMONS <span style="color: black;">A friend of mine said to me recently, “You have been cycling through this pattern allot recently. You might want to consider a little round of anti-depressants to get on the other side of this.”</span><br />
<br /><span style="color: black;">I was stunned. And then another tremor of shock went through me as I took a moment to consider how desirable that felt. Oh, to take a pill and make my life easier. I barely listened as she told me her doctor’s philosophy that our brain synapsis can get off kilter and begin turning left when they should turn right, making connections that are not healthy for our organism ~ and by taking a round of anti-depressants, a person could break the pattern and get back to being their old self. </span><br />
<br /><span style="color: black;">My mind, adopting the adage “Inquiring Minds Want to KNOW,” wondered what would cause the brain to get off course in the first place. My “Wise Woman” training believes that if we cover up and placate the symptoms, instead of looking at and relating to the malady ~ we stand the chance of driving the dis-ease deeper into our bodies, only to surface again, later, and typically stronger than the first round. By taking the time to look at it first, we can save time and can promote wholistic healing. </span><br />
<br /><span style="color: black;">Her observation had been a response to my statement that I had spent the afternoon “fighting my demons.” For the most part, my demons are the limiting beliefs that take me away from, or rob me of my joy. They are not new. <em> (1) I never have enough time. (2) The balance I seek eludes me. (3) I concentrate more on what feeds my pocketbook than what feeds my soul.</em> </span><br />
<br /><span style="color: black;">And the one thing I know for sure; ignoring them does not make them go away. There are times when I address them, have a real conversation, and they diminish slightly allowing me to move forward in my day. But they have yet to disappear. However tempting, slicing them to ribbons with a mighty sword is not the solution. So I remain optimistic that there is an answer that will satisfy both the "demon" and my “self.”</span><br />
<br /><span style="color: black;">Besides, do I really want to be my old self? A mood-elevating pill might be reasonable … but for now I am going to stay in the observation mode. Becoming the “detached witness” that so many of my teachers have talked about. Realizing that putting oneself under the microscope can sometimes be disturbing. Moving beyond old and into a new way of being is my ultimate goal. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><br />I choose to have an awareness ~ an allowing ~ of my “demon self.” After all, we we share the same space. <br />And I am the one, with consistent help from my angels, in charge of how large the microscope is. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">In gratitude I realize that every day I have more moments of pure joy than the day before. And if I don’t? I will just start again tomorrow. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Anyway, I have to put down my sword to pick up a cup of Tension Tamer tea.</span> * annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-46506253675497061062014-06-20T07:30:00.000-07:002014-06-20T10:32:42.291-07:00IRELAND, a Link to Possibility <br />
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I am looking at the girl I was "before" I left for Ireland, the girl who made the trip and the one who returned. And I want/need/desire there to be a difference. Please note, I am using the term "girl" very loosely here, but it is early morning and that is how I am feeling. You might understand this better, as time goes on. {*.*}<br />
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In Ireland, the Land seemed to continually whisper to me, "Let it go." I heard it as I leaned my head into the trunk of an ancient tree or laid my heart upon the earth. I heard it from the moss and the tiny green "villages" I marveled at on the rock walls. My body pressed the point by becoming constipated and all I wanted to do was "let 'er rip, and let it go". But even with herbs and massage I was having trouble ... physically letting it go. In ceremony, a shaman stepped in front of me, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Move beyond your fear. Do what you want to do. Be who you want to be." She smiled at me and in that moment I felt like everything was possible. Re-member. That is who I want to be now, the woman/child to whom all things are possible. So be it.<br />
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One of the things I let go of on the Isle of Inisfallen, is my proclivity to perfection. Kind of trips off the tongue, doesn't it? Proclivity to Perfection. Ta Da!!! Well it is not only a pain in the arse, it can be an excuse for not getting things done. I am thinking of a lovely little blog I wanted to write earlier this year and I saw it accompanied by the perfect picture of my horse. I could easily visualize the whole piece. But the weather outside did not match the message of my blog, so I waited and waited for the perfect conditions. Then, one morning the weather cooperated and I went out and took a dozen pictures of my adorable horse, frosted from head to tail with shimmery ice crystals. My photos were not as artistic as I had envisioned but they would do. Coming back to my computer I searched for the essay and realized I had never committed the words to paper - waiting for the perfect moment I had never actually written the blog piece - so now I had “okay” pictures and no essay. I had nothing but a good intention and a lot of dissatisfaction with myself.<br />
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If only it ended there ~ but unfortunately this sad story continues. A few weeks later, I did actually "find the time" to write the piece, but it was a sunny warm day and something inside me said that I could not really post a blog about frosty horses on such a beautiful sunny Spring day. Preposterous!! Everyone would know it was sunny in Colorado and that this blog piece was not spontaneous.<br />
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So now I am beginning to see the flaws in Miss Perfection. She really only cares about what everyone else will think of her. Anything less than perfection is unacceptable to her ~~ because of what others may think. But when I let Miss Perfection "drive my bus" … I become constipated … my physical/emotional and spiritual bowels twist up, all forward motion grinds to a halt, and nothing productive is accomplished. <br />
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My need for perfection at all costs, especially as it relates to being judged by others, is a limiting belief that no longer serves me. This part of my personality may have served me at one time but is now coming from a place of fear. That is what I let go of in Ireland. In my search for inner peace, I released fear based limiting beliefs.<br />
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As a gestalt coach, I know that I cannot toss Miss Perfection under the bus. Even when I want to, and I do, that is not the answer. She deserves acknowledgement and acceptance. But I will ask her to sit in the back seat and enjoy the ride, offering up her valid ideas only to help put the polish on a piece; to bring up the luster by loving it into a more complete piece of work we can both live with.<br />
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And so now my dear little blog, get ready. I might post about rain during a drought, or feeling good when I don't, or any number of random ideas. And if I think of a fantabulous addition after the fact, I give myself permission to post that as well .... in a non-sequitur manner that would not have been possible BI = Before my magical trip to Ireland.<br />
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AI = After Ireland. I claim my Freedom !!<br />
Loving Living Wild in Colorado,<br />
In-Joy !!<br />
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<br />* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com2United States40.487064673885769 -103.35937515.927087673885769 -144.667969 65.047041673885772 -62.050781tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-37861565068059658462013-11-23T07:18:00.000-08:002013-12-05T07:45:31.002-08:00MY FATHERMy father lies on white satin<br />
body stiff and silent<br />
eyes eternally closed<br />
lips forever rouged.<br />
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Before that...<br />
his body became more transparent<br />
with every passing week.<br />
His words often rambling<br />
making sense only to him<br />
only adding to his confusion.<br />
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Before that...<br />
His eyes, sparkling with mischief,<br />
threatening to trip when he walked me down the aisle.<br />
And I, not totally sure that he would not<br />
had one more thing to wonder about that day.<br />
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And before that...<br />
He stood at his work bench<br />
creating a pair of wooden stilts for<br />
his children to play with ~ happy to hoist our bodies<br />
to travel high above the ground.<br />
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And before that...<br />
His fathers only son,<br />
body tall and thin,<br />
a horse trainer in his own right<br />
riding the Missouri hills on a handsome black pony<br />
Ever dreaming of his future<br />
... possibly even, of me. <br />
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<<< This piece is dedicated to my dear brother-in-law whose own father recently made his transition to the next journey. >>>><br />
<br />* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-73665477459237285442013-11-21T07:02:00.000-08:002013-11-21T14:24:38.778-08:00SKILLS !!
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My world is totally f***ing bi-polar right now. <span style="mso-tab-count: 6;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am hanging on to the bell at the bottom
of my pendulum, swinging wildly from one extreme to another, back and forth,
back and forth, never still, never totally comfortable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Sometimes I can throw my head back and enjoy the air
rushing through, messing up my hair, and laugh at the absurdity of it all,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Other times I cling tightly to the cold metal, eye
lids pinched tightly, hanging on for dear (?) life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The trick, I am reminded, is to seek inner balance. To
"not be jolted by such impermanence."</span></div>
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* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-38886186918864382282013-11-19T06:43:00.001-08:002013-11-19T06:45:42.263-08:00PAISLEY<br />
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beautiful mix of blues and purples, but it is the shape that fascinates me. It
makes the back of her head look like a giant light bulb. I am still looking for
a fleecy little cap with horses on it; that is exactly what she told me she
wants and I intend to find one. Light weight and warm to protect her newly balding
head.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cancer leaves people looking like alien beings,
recently arrived from some place out of this world. Well, it is not the cancer;
I know that. It is the chemotherapy poison
that they inject into her body every two weeks.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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through friendship, so did mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cancer
has made her wonder who she will be next week. Where will she be next year? It
is my (our) job to remind her that she will still be the woman we love. We will gather
and celebrate next year with renewed verve. She is scared that she has no choices.
It is my job to remind her that every moment is a choice. She can keep those
things which are dear to her ~ and examine and discard those that no longer
serve her. The choice is always hers. And choices can be transmuted, rejected, or
revised any time she chooses. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fighting, Dancing, Having cancer has become a full
time occupation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything looks and
feels different to her and to me. Getting ready, receiving instead of
giving, planning a new way of eating, a new wardrobe to wear, a new time of day
to visit the grocer when the crowds are gone, arranging drivers to and from appointments ... it feels endless. </span></span></span></span><br />
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* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-62654031391079054182013-10-28T08:53:00.002-07:002013-10-28T08:53:49.375-07:00A THOUSAND YEAR FLOOD.<span style="color: #20124d;">It has now been 50 days since the rains began that changed the front range landscape of Boulder, Larimer, Jefferson and Weld counties of Colorado. We survived the “flood of Biblical proportions.” I have written about it many times, but produced nothing worthy of sharing but serving as a cathartic stress release. For weeks I suffered from a low level anxiety; trouble sleeping, shortness of breath, and my stomach didn’t feel right. In fact, I feel like I ate my way through the flood, snacking all day long as I huddled close to my radio listening to what was happening to my physical realm. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">At one point I talked with my sister and she could totally relate to how I was feeling. Three years ago she was caught at home ~ alone with one dog, two cats, two horses, and a dozen chickens ~ during an ice storm that left her without electricity for 10 days. She moved into survival mode, doing what she had to do to take care of everyone, securing water was difficult. She ended up getting sick from attempting to heat a portion of her home with a propane space heater. But everyone on her ten acres lived. The story had a satisfactory ending. For the rest of the winter she, and many of her friends in southern Missouri, had a panic attack every time a storm set up which could bring a layer of ice to their world. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">We survive. Katrina, Sandy, massive tornadoes, rampaging forest fires, shifting, sliding, unable to stay the same ...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">Below is an excerpt from my friend, my astrologer, and my writing buddy, Jyoti Wind’s astrological newsletter. Her words moved me; she said it better than all of my ramblings and I asked her permission to share it with you here. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Dear friends, The human and emotional toll of a natural disaster is deep and encompassing.It scars the landscape of one’s thinking so that one returns again and again to that abrasion. A collective atmosphere of shock and stress grows into a thought form, an energetic, that permeates the area more than the mud and water, and takes a while to recede. Relief aid, a listening ear, an offer to help are the balm that wipes clear the window onto the future. Possibilities then become visible.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>We are in the process of shifting. It doesn’t have a clear demarcation line of when it started, but in the last one and a half years it has felt like there was an escalation. We have another one and a half years to go. And again, there won’t be a stopping line, and end. It may begin to feel that there is more of a flow instead of a push.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Meanwhile the push to change old patterns continues. Looking at how you have changed over the past one and a half years might be an interesting undertaking. Blessings,Jyoti</em></span><br />
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For more information and to contact Jyoti Wind:<br /><a href="http://www.writes-of-passage.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://www.writes-of-passage.blogspot.com</a><br /><a href="wlmailhtml:{57A2078F-A0CC-4F35-A57B-55BA74BA293F}mid://00000041/!x-usc:http://www.aweeksworthofwomen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://www.aweeksworthofwomen.blogspot.com</a><br /><a href="http://www.jyotiwindastrology.com/" target="_blank">www.jyotiwindastrology.com</a><br />
* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-77453924725956491112013-09-26T08:32:00.002-07:002013-09-26T08:32:41.536-07:003rd Annual Equine Gestalt Coaching Method Summit 2013<br />
This event was held on September 20, 21, 22 in spite of the fact that Boulder County, including Lil Bit North Ranch - home of the Touched By a Horse program - had suffered through a flood of “Biblical proportions” just one week earlier. Access roads into Boulder County were just beginning to open up, but every one managed to make it in and the event was a HUGE success. Melisa Pearce and her staff did a superb job and the program ran smoothly and efficiently.<br />
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For me, introducing our new anthology, <u>Touched Buy a Horse; Equine Coaching Stories,</u> Edited by Melisa Pearce, was an incredible highlight. As assistant editor, I am fantastically proud of this book which includes stories and poetry by 21 different authors. The theme was to describe what equine gestalt coaching looks like, how it has affected us personally, and what our healing herds of horses are offering as our loyal partners in this venture. This book is going to make a BIG difference in helping people understand what we have to offer in the expanding genre of personal coaching! Trust me, you are going to want to read this book!<br />
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Our keynote speaker was <u>Larry Freeborg</u>, a pioneer in the development of equine-guided groups such as EGEA (Equine Guided Education Association) and EAHAE (European Association for Horse Assisted Education) and has followed the development of the Horse Assisted industry for the last decade. I was lucky enough to catch his talk every day; he is highly intelligent, thorough in his history of this fast growing business, and spoke on planning and business development topics for professional coaches that were important to everyone. <br />
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Other Speakers included: <u>Kimberly Beer</u>, professional photographer, graphic designer and Platinum Solution Provider for Constant Contact. <u>Melanie Mulhall</u>, an award winning author, writing coach and served as primary editor on our new anthology. <u>James Fitzpatrick III, CPA</u>, had the dubious honor of speaking to us about financial planning first thing after lunch on Saturday. He rose to the occasion and gave a wonderful presentation. And on our final Sunday, <u>Mark Guynn</u>, of Guynn Training Center, gave a riding demonstration of Melisa’s three year old Gypsy Vanner horse, Rua Prionsa’s ("Pri") debut under saddle. It was a beautiful thing to watch! <br />
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* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-11254512750052042292013-09-12T11:34:00.000-07:002013-09-12T11:34:12.914-07:00You can stop Dancing NOW ~ the Rains have Come !!
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many residences of front range counties in Colorado, am in a state of heightened
alert. This morning I fed all of my critters, trying to find a decent place to
drop hay as my north pasture has turned into two lakes, Lake Louise and Lake
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Still in my muck boots and raingear, I decided to gas up my
pick-up truck. After making an emergency run to Black Forest one evening to
pick a hopeful nurse mare for an orphaned foal, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>my truck was still on empty. Not much use if I
were to need it quickly. Plugging in the electric to my horse trailer I notice
that I don’t have head lights on the truck. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Humm, when did that happen?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is it because of the rain?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Back at home I walked the perimeter of my little house and
check my roof drains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have had approximately
5 to 6 inches of rain in the last two days and I need this water to move as far
away from my foundation as possible. They are calling for four to six more
inches of rain in the next two days. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything is looking good. When I came inside
and pulled off my boots <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I popped down to
the basement to make sure it was still dry (it is) and to hit the “Rain Delay”
button for my lawn sprinkler system.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Certainly
not going to need that for a while. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I sat in silence for a minute and said a prayer for all of
us. I imagined sunny days and how wonderful the next cutting of grass hay was
going to be. I “see” my barn full of sweet smelling hay = green gold. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am supposed to have lunch in Boulder with my old study
group and our teacher who is in town from Namaste Retreat Center in Wisconsin. At
this point in the early morning, I doubt if that is going to happen but I decide
to take a quick shower and be ready for whatever happens next. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My radio beeps again … the National Weather
Service alert is saying to stay away from Boulder ~ schools and businesses are
closed, roads are flooding, at least one bridge has washed away, and they are evacuating
residential areas around Boulder Creek. Well, at least my hair looks nice!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I just came in from feeding a lunch snack. I pulled out a couple
of flakes of good grass hay and careful put it in metal tubs that I had dumped the
rain water out of. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is disheartening
to watch my horses reach in and flick it out with their noses where it will
land on the mud and poo muck ~ they will probably not eat it now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really? I work hard to secure good feed for
you guys and this is how you treat it? They look at me innocently and I wish
that I could bring them all into my house and we could read books, sip tea and
eat crackers and cheese. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-72665132219534087972013-08-30T06:54:00.000-07:002013-08-30T06:55:53.726-07:00Hay in the barnI accepted the work and preformed the assignment,<br />
received my payment and deposited the check,<br />
bought the hay and filled the barn,<br />
all with a smile on my face, grateful for this lifestyle.<br />
LIFE is GOOD !!<br />
<br />* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-11516062883532158512013-07-28T04:00:00.000-07:002013-07-28T04:00:01.169-07:00Expressions – Part 10 of 10<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>The Beasts Know It</strong><br />
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If you know that all is well, you know all you need to know.<br />And if you know life is supposed to be fun,<br />you know more than almost anybody else knows.<br />And if you know that the way you feel is your indicator<br />of how connected you are to Source,<br />then you know that which only a handful of Deliberate Creators,<br />respective to the total population, really know.<br />The beasts all know it.<br />
Your animals know that all is well.<br />Your animals live in the moment.<br />They understand the power of their now.<br />They expect the Universe to yield to them.<br />They don't worry or fret or conjure or make laws or rules or try to regulate.<br />They are Pure Positive Energy. <br />
Your beasts vibrate more on the Energy scale of contentment than of passion.<br />Their desire was set forth from Nonphysical, and continues to be set forth by those,<br />like you, who want Energy balance, who want sustenance.<br />The difference between the beast and the human<br />is that the beast is more general in its intent.<br />The human is usually less blended, usually less allowing of the Energy to flow,<br />but is more specific.<br />
And that is why the human is seen to be the Creator<br />while the beast is more the balancer of Energy.<br />
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<br /> – Abraham, Abraham-Hicks Publications, <a href="mailto:dailyquote@abraham-hicks.com">dailyquote@abraham-hicks.com</a> <br />
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<em>Dear Reader, thank you for allowing me to share my ever growing vision of how horses can heal us. I am constantly in awe and grateful for being so blessed to have them in my life. And with grace, the journey continues.</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p>According to Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia, “Empiricism is a theory of knowledge that asserts that knowledge comes only or primarily from sensory experience.” Empirical knowledge, that which is gained from my own experience or those of my peers, has always meant more to me than any scientific paper or book leaning. I suppose it is true, I only appreciate science when it finally realizes and acknowledges something that I “knew” was true all along. < I honor science but it is not my #1 guide to explaining my life exeperiences. ><br /><br />I have not spent hours perusing the internet looking for factual data to back up my belief that horses have the ability to heal humans. But I know that I am not alone in this belief. At this point in time Wikipedia does not have an offering for this topic. However, if you search the internet for “healing with horses” you can find many, many websites and advertisements, so we humans know that it is happening. Science is not interested in us yet, but when it is, we will have the experiences and the stories to offer.</o:p></span></div>
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BB Harding and I are offering a one day retreat at Dragonfly Farm in Platteville, Colorado. </div>
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* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-49692591766527329182013-07-26T09:20:00.000-07:002013-07-26T09:20:00.618-07:00Expressions – Part 8TESTIMONIAL.<br />
<br />On a warm summer's day I lost a dear friend named Ann. In April, Ann had come out to my house for a wild foods class that I was teaching. Unbeknownst to me, Ann was suffering from Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease, which eventually would claim her life.<br />
<br />Everyone had a great time with the plants, and our field trip, and we also spent some time with my healing herd of horses and donkeys. My horse, Lakota, tuned in on Ann and spent many minutes licking her hand. I had no idea what was going on, and could only hope that Ann was comfortable with Lakota’s attention. I had to trust the process. When Ann came out she had tears in her eyes and told me that she had received a wonderful healing from my horse and she was so thankful. She wrote me a thank you note that brought tears to my eyes when I received it and I asked her if I could post it to my website. She agreed and it is there still. <br />
<br />There are no pictures of Lakota licking Ann’s hand. Everyone in class that day could tell you about it, but there are no pictures. I had no idea of the significance of what I was witnessing. The picture below was staged with the help of another dear friend of mine, Deb.<br />
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<br /><strong>“What a wonderful day being with you and the circle of women! <br />Thank you so much for sharing Lakota with me. I will never forget her breathing and gentleness. I do believe she licked my hands to help heal them!! She knew I needed some help there. I am so glad she let me hug her and pet her. <br />The sharing circle at the beginning was powerful. You are such a sensitive, loving, enthusiastic teacher. I always love field trips so visiting the variety of plants and picking and tasting them was pure fun. <br />Thank you for offering this special class. Any time I can learn more about wild plants and animals, I feel blessed. May you find sweet success, you deserve it.” <br />AT, Erie, CO</strong></div>
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David Hawkins, in his book, Power vs Force, uses applied kinesiology to measure the vibratory rate of many different things, from emotions to food supplements, and beyond. His research incorporates the unfolding scientific model of quantum physics, which shows us that everything we can see and touch is made of moving molecules.<br />
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He describes how humans vibrate, on a good day, at around 200. Horses however, on an average day vibrate at 500. Just by being in their presence our personal vibration is raised to a higher level. We just “feel better."<br />
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* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-70109591884352354122013-07-25T08:47:00.001-07:002013-07-25T08:56:28.698-07:00I’m Back !!!<br />
WOW ~ is time flying by for you as well? <br />
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I intended to offer my paper, <u>Expressions of Horses as Healers</u>, one piece at a time; breaking it down into small segments. I scheduled Parts 1 through 6, and my goal was to present the entire paper without interruption.<br />
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And then life happened.<br />
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And life has been "interesting." I use that word a lot these days in place of difficult, overwhelming, hard or scary. "Interesting" carries a different energy ~ and that appears to be the main lesson. As my friend BB said recently, "The energies of these times are proving to be intense, chaotic and uprooting as we move more fully into the Age of Aquarius." I am learning how to handle the not so subtle energy fluctuations that are being beamed to earth at this time. My teachers said they were coming and science now says that it is happening. Some days are better than others.<br />
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So, now I wish to finish the series offering Parts 7 - 10 in, hopefully, short easy-to-read segments. This will allow me to move on, free of my self-imposed decision to offer the whole paper in its entirety before scurrying off in new and exciting directions.<br />
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I hope you find it interesting! <br />
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Check out my new adventure and website,<br />
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<br />* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-72543780081199816322013-02-04T17:57:00.001-08:002013-02-04T18:02:36.710-08:00Expressions - Part 6<br />
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</span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As a kid I was taught to
reprimand my horse if they passed their head over mine ~ it was considered a
dominant gesture and must be discouraged. And if you think about it for a just
a second it is easy to understand that our puny heads setting on top a spindly
spinal column is no match for their massive boney head structure and muscular
neck. Without intending to, a horse can do a lot of damage to a human head. I
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afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were doing a group
experience in silence where I allow the horses to roam, at liberty, and meet
all of the participants. The fellow was seated in the round pen and she stood
in front of him. Ignoring all the other participants, Lakota devoted herself to
this gentleman. He had shared earlier that he had very little horse experience.
I could see her face but the man’s back was to me. I watched her nuzzle his
right shoulder and then skim the top of his head with her jaw as she moved to
the left shoulder. I winced and prayed that she didn’t knock his head off ~ but
nothing could be further from the truth. At times she lowered her forehead to
his chest and held it there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
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the group debriefing he said only that he was a recovering alcoholic and had
been sober now for many years, but there was a lot of pain behind his eyes. I
wanted so badly to know more and offer our help to this kindly looking fellow.
He did come up to me when we had finished our demonstration and said simply,
“She is an amazing horse. I had such an incredible experience” and then walked
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an observer of the world around me. Lakota often “works”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>by gently moving around my clients
heads.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, it makes me nervous but who
am I to say what is more correct for an individual. She is far superior at
reading their energy patterns.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has
always been my connection to a higher spiritual experience; I believe it is her
calling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She leaches negative energy
from our bodies and then strengthens and opens our hearts, our throats, our
brow chakra, and our spiritual connection to God, Allah, Mohammed, the Great
Mystery ….. whatever ….<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>all that is.</span></div>
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Many Eastern healing modalities work with the energy centers of the physical body. A widely known view is the Chakra system, which was known in both Chinese and Indian philosophies. Chakras are the energy centers of the physical body. The primary seven are located on the mid-line of the body and align, in an ascending column, from the base of the spine to the top of the head. They can be visualized as a double spinning spiral that opens both to the front of the body and along the backbone. In perfect health, these energy centers give and receive energy and are balanced one to another as well as front to back. <br />
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Acupuncture, Healing Touch and Reiki are only three examples of healing modalities that have become more mainstream, even in our Western healing practices, as we begin to have more understanding of the holistic approach of body/mind spirit. As a Reiki Master myself, I realize that most practitioners have an understanding of the chakra system and incorporate chakra balancing as part of their healing routine. <br />
<br />Melisa had a large black and white Gypsy Vanner horse named Fancy that joined her healing herd. She had feet the size of dinner plates but I have watched her time after time, gently walk around a client and balance their chakra’s front and back, and never once stepped on a human foot. She was Melissa’s “go to” chakra balancer. She often gently backed up till she was touching the person with her enormous rump, to balance their root chakra. <br />
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This woman has had very little experience with horses and found Lakota “quite large and pretty scary”. She wanted to be with the horse but her every movement was tentative. She is wearing a nervous grin. She got to the point where she was more comfortable with Lakota reaching out, stretching really, to touch her on the collarbone and shoulder. <br />
The woman professed to carrying a lot of tension in her neck and shoulders. She was also very much “in her head” even as I attempted to bring her more into her body.<br />
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Lakota was not impressed with her story. She moved to the side and began to leach energy. <br />
Almost immediately, the woman’s stride lengthened, her pelvis gained more fluidity, and her shoulders dropped to a more natural position. <br />
My assistant and I made eye contact as we watched the woman’s physical demeanor change even as she walked/talked on. <br />
She had no idea of the changes taking place until we brought it to her attention. <br />
She was finally silent, with wonder and awe. She "felt" her body. * annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-4872752091580569942013-01-15T02:00:00.000-08:002013-01-15T02:00:02.186-08:00Expressions - Part 31. LEACHING.<br />
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Horses healing humans is something that makes sense to me. But I watched with growing unease as my sweet horse stood in the round pen with a woman who was working through her problems. Lakota stood beside her, neck stretched out, her head hanging low. It started as a yawn but it went on and on and on. She looked to me as if she were trying to throw up which I knew was impossible for a horse. Was she choking on arena dust? Her eyes would close and she would pull her lips back to expose her teeth and gums. Her torso heaved. I was worried for her. I wanted it to be over. I looked at Melisa and she did not seem at all upset with what was happening. It was all I could do to sit there and trust the process. What the heck was going on? As the session with the women came to an end Melisa asked her how she was feeling. With a happy grin on her face she replied, “I feel incredible, like I just lost a hundred pounds.”<br />
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“I am not surprised,” Melisa said. “This dear horse has been leaching negative energy off you for the past ten minutes. You are definitely lighter!”<br />
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Hands shot in the air. All of us wanted to know what we had just experienced. Melisa explained to us that horses have the ability to leach, or remove, negative energy from the human body. The horse DOES NOT hold on to that energy in their body, however. They allow it to pass through them. My previous training has shown me how energy can travel down our energy meridians into the earth. Mother Earth is not concerned whether we think energy is “positive” or “negative”. Energy is energy, and she can use it to do all of the marvelous things that she does. But the important thing for me was, Lakota did not hold onto any “bad stuff” that she released from the woman, who was now beaming, having thoroughly enjoyed her session with my miracle healing horse. <br />
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Well, by Sunday afternoon, Lakota had graduated from Equine Gestalt Coaching Method while I had many more months to go . GEEZ ! My horse is a rock star of healing!!!!<br />
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Since August 2009, I have watched horses work on and heal humans. They are natural holistic healers. As “prey” animals, they have survived through the centuries by creating a unique form of communication, known as Equus. Learning to read and interpret the “energy” of each other, of their habitat, and the other creatures that coexist in their natural surroundings was vital to their survival. What I am learning is they have the ability to “read” my energy even as I approach the corral. By the time I open and walk through the gate, my horse knows what my energy level is and what baggage, if any, I carrying with me.<br />
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This is what leaching looks like.<br />
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I took pictures of my horse, Lakota, as she grazed in my back yard and I told her “I am going to take these to Melisa’s tonight. Let me know what you think about this work.”</div>
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Several hours later I dropped my photos into the wicker basket with many other pictures. It was an Equi-Spiritual event at Melisa Pearce’s barn, home to <u>Touched by a Horse</u>. Later in the evening, Melisa ruffled through the pictures, looking and listening to the voices of the sentient beings captured with film. She held up Lakota’s picture and she said, “I don’t know who belongs to this horse but she just told me, “She is willing to do this work. She can do this work. She is ready to go to work.” </div>
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I sat back in my chair with tears in my eyes. My question had been answered. WOW!!</div>
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<em>This path has had many trail markers along the way. I cannot remember not loving horses. I have been told for years that I could work with horses if I wanted to but I had no idea what it looked like. Every reading I received for several years, from many different persons, said a version of the same thing. I remember distinctly, a woman telling me that there were five animals that agreed to assist the human population to become better citizens of the earth. They were elephants, horses, dogs, dolphins and macaw parrots. The more I thought about it I realized that they have a vested interest in us getting it right. If not, we are the only species that has the potential to destroy all that we hold dear. Plus, at least one of these animals can be found on every continent, or in the vast waters surrounding our fragile land masses or flying freely above us.</em></div>
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<em>And several years before that, as one of my teachers and I had just finished giving Lakota an etheric clearing session, she looked at me and said, “This is a healer horse”. I had no idea what she meant and really no idea of the journey that this magnificent being and I would undertake. I was just beginning to see this beautiful creature in a whole new way.</em> <br />
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A few months after Lakota first answered my question, I trailered my sweet horse to Melisa’s for a weekend. Just two girls going to class together. I was a student in Melisa’s <u>Equine Gestalt Coaching Method</u> eighteen month program. On the way over I told Lakota that I would not put any pressure on her. I loved her for just who she was and if she wanted to do this work she could, and if she didn’t, I would still be her best friend. There was no way I could have predicted what would happen to us next. </div>
* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-67986660052249467642013-01-08T02:30:00.000-08:002013-01-08T16:55:33.487-08:00EXPRESSSIONS OF HORSES AS HEALERS<br />
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Prepared as a Course Project in Horse Psychology<br />
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</span><br />* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-27667328885090118592012-12-23T19:45:00.002-08:002012-12-23T19:45:18.826-08:00The Burning Bowl <span style="color: black;">Winter Solstice 2012. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The day after the day the world might end seemed like an auspicious day for our Burning Bowl Ceremony. Fire is a catalyst for change. Fire transforms. Smoke carries our vision, our signal, our prayers, to the heavens.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I have been leading this ceremony for twenty years. On this night we have come together in a circle around a beautiful alter. Everyone has brought something for the alter and we settle in to see what the evening will bring. We spend time in stillness, reviewing our life in the present, and asking ourselves questions. What is working in my life? What is not? This is a time to review and bring awareness to those things that we wish to be done with, cycles to break, limiting beliefs that no longer serve us, ideas and thought forms that we are ready to let go of. We write them down, and, one by one, will offer them to the fire.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">One of the things on my list is "Letting go of any vow of poverty that I may have ever made."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Several years ago one of my teachers gave an interesting talk questioning why so many of us committed to healing ourselves and others suffered from such a lack of abundance. She told a story about how many of us had stood together as Essenes 2000 years ago. We had taken a "vow of personal poverty" to be able to live in the community. What we had belonged to everyone. It was a very powerful lifetime for many of us, inundated with personal commitment and serving as channels of peace. Okay then !?!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Well, here we are. Are we carrying a cellular memory of "poverty equals worthiness?" <br />Even if I did vow it then, does it serve me now? The only answer for me is “NO!”</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I declared last night that I was giving up any vow of poverty that I may have made in any life time, consciously or unconsciously. I give up, now and forever, the limiting belief that there is not enough. I am now open to receive all the abundance that is coming my way and exploring new ways to move forward. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">The fire plays with the words on my paper, smoke circles around my fingers, it takes its time but I am committed to reducing it to ash. I hang on, holding my breath. It will be all right. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">In a healing circle that I have been a part of for the last few months, one of the women, a very successful potter, shared with us an affirmation that has been part of her business practice. We asked her to repeat it as we all wrote it down. If it resonates with you, consider it a Winter Solstice gift:</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">“There are plenty of clients who can afford my services. I have all the clients that I need for continuous prosperity.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Go forth into the abundance that is waiting for you …….. In-Joy !!!</span>* annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11278636944113754819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742734724278606883.post-18790835763542262672012-11-21T19:00:00.000-08:002012-11-21T19:15:18.787-08:00Thanksgiving Memory<br />
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Food, food, and more food.<br />
Family, family, and more family.</div>
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A Memory. Going to my brother’s house for Thanking dinner and admiring the beautiful fall arrangement of tiny pumpkins, pine cones and green boughs that ran down the center of their long dining room table … only to find out that my brother had put it all together. It was stunning and creative and a joy to look at. It is still fun to remember it. I had never known that creative part of my brother. He was 12 or 13 when I left for college and I never paid attention to how creative he was.</div>
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The revelation continued when I leaned that he had done a lot of the cooking. He made their home made egg noodles every year; noodles are a Price family tradition. I think we discussed his favorite method of cooking the large turkey necessary to feed our horde. And he loves to cook, I never knew that. Maybe he grew into it after I left !?!</div>
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Long ago memory. I can see him, when our babies were little, at the bar-b-que grill, grinning and grilling. But then lots of men learn the ins-and-outs of outdoor grilling and many never go any further.</div>
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Gary is amazingly talented. For the holidays, he also makes creative sculptures out of giant hay bales that reel in local newspapers in the Kansas City area. Everyone wants to see what he has put together this year. It is just 'for fun' for him and his buddies. I “oohed and awed” as I looked through a picture album of his different hay bale creations.</div>
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Holidays are brighter with my brother in them. <br />
And my mother, and my sister, Marcia and my brother Ed.<br />
We are blessed and I give thanks.<br />
In-Joy</div>
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