Despite all the sarcasm I’ve been guilty of on this blog, it appears I’ve finally met a Guru I have complete faith in …
The only problem? She wants me to scratch her butt:
The trip was titled Reconnecting to Truth Through Horse Wisdom. Before attending, I had little idea of what this meant, as I’ve never owned a horse and have ridden only a handful of times in my life. I came into the week with few expectations, but the brochure promised to “compel [me] to reconnect with the truth of who [I am] through the mirror of the horse” and that the horse would “[provide] instant, non-judgmental feedback, reflecting back to [me my] inner-landscape and how [I move] through the world.”
In other words, the horse would definitely see through all my BS and give it to me straight.
So I came prepared, armed with pockets full of sugar cubes and big bags of organic carrots and apples. (Surely horses are amenable to bribery too?)
I should have known better.
Even getting to the ranch should have alerted me to the fact that my usual way of being in the world was not going to work here. As usual, I got a little lost trying to find the White Stallion Ranch. I had driven six hours to be here, and somehow managed to make at least three wrong turns in the last ten minutes of the drive. We were going to be late, and I was just a tad frustrated.
Fortunately, a friendly Arizona guy on a motorcycle offered to help.
In exchange for giving me directions, he invited me to either: 1) donate $206 to the Grand Canyon State coffers, or 2) attend traffic school (a bargain at $185). He claimed I was driving 47 in a 35 zone. (But can’t you see I’m lost? I didn’t see the sign. Everyone else is going the same speed …) But for the first time since I was twenty-two,
There was no way to sweet talk my way out.
But what does getting a speeding ticket have to do with horses? There is a saying that the way a person does one thing is the way she does everything. Perhaps if I could use this week to improve my communication with the horses, my communication with people would improve as well?
The first horse I gave a sugar cube to nearly knocked me over later begging for more, and the second spit it out in disgust at my feet.
So much for bribes.
And the horses didn’t appear to like excuses or prolonged explanations either. They just wanted us to be real. Without giving away too much of what happened at the retreat or breaking any confidences, I can say it was a week full of physical, spiritual, and emotional breakthroughs for all nine of us who came together from across the country. Here are just a few of the healings I witnessed:
We saw a horse come running to a woman who feared she would be less lovable by setting healthy boundaries, a horse roll in the dirt in pure ecstasy at the feet of a woman who expressed her desire to live in the moment, a horse walk away to test the faith of a man who strongly wanted to believe he is a child of God, a horse comfort a grieving woman by nuzzling her heart and head, a horse stand between another woman and her observers to block their opinions from harming her, several horses neigh in unity to confirm a man’s desire to collaborate more with others, a horse show another woman how to gracefully accept acknowledgement and applause, a horse help a woman express who she is by only coming close when she stated her real truth.
And my horse? She made clear she wanted me to scratch her butt right after I confided to her my aspirations to become a writer. It would be SO easy to just laugh this off (my normal way of being in the world), but as another participant pointed out:
If you’ve got an itch, scratch it.
In fact, the horse seemed perplexed when I asked her for permission to write about her. It was as if she were saying, “Why do you need to ask? If you want to write about me, go ahead.” It seems to me that we spend an awful lot of agony asking the world for permission to pursue the desires we keep safely hidden away in our hearts.
A horse would never do this.
Here are a few more things I learned from the horses:
- If your mind, heart, and spirit are not aligned, a horse knows it.
- A horse isn’t interested in excuses.
- Horses live in the present moment.
- Horses are incapable of lying.
- A horse won’t pay any heed to your inner critic.
- A horse knows you can do a lot more than you think you can.
- Horses do not understand why we ever do anything that isn’t living our truth.
And there’s plenty more. (To be continued, soon …)
Question: What lessons have you learned from the animals in your life? How much do you think animals understand? Do they know things we do not?