Wednesday 31 December 2014

Happy New Year Wishes

New year resolutions excite me. The promise of change, opportunity, renewed energy and the new potential of spring on its way.



Instead of sharing specific promises to myself and my herd here's a quote that holds within it the central wish Essy and i (on his behalf) could ever wish for.  



If it speaks to you as it does to us, pass it on, print it out, stick on your fridge or lorry door, and revel in what it could mean for the future well-being of our beloved horse companions.

Happy New Year and good health to horses everywhere!


Friendship is...

Borrowing your pals clothes - even if it is pink!

The moral of this short post is that we can all learn to try something new, do the once thought of as "impossible" and surprise ourselves that it actually is ok! 


Monday 29 December 2014

Going the Extra Mile...



...Going the extra mile and it's NOT just for Christmas! 


I'm always reflective and a little restless at this time of year.  As I mused my way to London and back today I was considering how each Christmas brings something very different for me and for my small herd.

Last Christmas I had moved the horses to be living 1 mile from my front door which was great for me.  This Christmas I have moved them to be 12 miles from my front door - not so great for me!

I still see them every day, some days twice such as this week as Essy has a cold, bless him.  A right snotty nose.  But after 24 hours of Essential Oils (Garlic, Eucalyptus and Seaweed), the mucous seems to be abating so it wont be the feature of this posting.

The best thing about this Christmas is that despite now being 12 miles away from me, where they are is actually the best Christmas present I could have wished for, for all of us.  Here are just some of the reasons why...

It's hard to put into words the value of finding a livery manager who cares for your horses as if they were her own, and means it!  A lot throw the sentence around like confetti, but do not mean it.  Of course you don't' find out till you move in!  Some mean it when they say it, but once you've moved in you realise its an empty promise - as how they look after their horse is a marathon short of your own expectations.

This year we four have a yard manager who cares in so many ways for the well being of horses - hers or her customers. When it comes to my horses and how I like them to be cared for, nothing has been too much trouble and not once have I had to ask twice!

1. She's put down rubber matting across the yard to help them avoid walking barefoot on stones
2. She's happy with me putting buckets into the fields with essential oils in - peppermint and garlic
3. She notices any lump, bump, bang and knock and takes photos immediately to send to me for discussion
4. She pre-empts my every wish including on 'stable day's' giving them lucie brix to munch on as a change from hay
5. We've only had one 'in day' so far this winter!  She get's it - that horses need to be out roaming in fields not coped up in stables
6. She never complains about the long list of health supplements (care of Mr James Hart's wonderful solutions), to be added to feeds
7. She allows hay in the field on frosty days
8. She feeds ad lib hay and on the floor - no fan-dangle devises, hay nets, hay bars or other unnatural contraptions
9. She's open minded and eager to learn about barefoot, massage, working with herbs and oils and homeopathy
10. Shes smiley, positive and up beat all the time  - no moods, no sulks, no game playing
11. She doesn't go 'rule crazy
12. She doesn't rip off her customers and mark up wormers, or charge for her time holding a horse

But.... despite how awesome the above list feels, its topped by the depth of how much she cares.  Here's how....

1. When Essy's nose bleeds started up again 3 weeks ago (and far worse than ever before), she did her own Internet research and knew the importance of keeping Essy calm and quiet.

How many of us can say our yard managers have gone off and done their own research on your behalf or that of your horse?  With nothing 'in it for them'?  That's a first for me!

2. To push the example of 'going the extra mile' a little further, with Essy's bleeds continuing for a week, she got more concerned about what we would do if we needed to get him to hospital quickly.  I no longer have my own transport and neither does she.  Or, I should say - didn't! Yes, you guessed it - within one week she has been out and bought a yard horse box, for us all to use, pictured above.  Blimey!  That's going to be hard to beat...

3. Yet the best is still to come.... this morning I marvelled at our fortune.  Since Christmas day we've had these beautiful blue sky, cloud free, sunny days, cold but gorgeous.  Ive watched Essy and Solar loving their field, rolling each morning and at times just gazing around them at neighbouring horses, as stunned as I've been at such weather at this time of year.



Then this morning, the icing on the cake was watching Grace and her best buddy Toastie, sharing a slice of hay together in the field.  A small herd of three mares, Toastie and Grace have a particular bond.  To see Grace with other horses after 2.5 years of being next to horses but alone, is more than heart warming. More than special.  It is as breathtaking and yet as natural as the beauty nature throws us with frost, sun and blue skies.



So when all the unwrapping and cooking and drinking has been done, at this festive time, the only celebration I want to revel in is at having found Chelsea, having moved to West View and at how lucky we are to have an even better quality of life that I could only dared to imagine before now.

Happy New Year!

Love Solar Sue, Essy, Grace and me

Sunday 7 December 2014

It is raining Bull Shit!

 

I'm always bothered when it rains BULL SHIT!

Especially when it pours all over the equine world!


When the impact affects the well being of a horse and leaves the horse's human confused, distressed and with no idea which way to turn, it makes me positively mad.

Sadly,  I bet most horse owners will recognise the flood of BS I'm about to expose.  This true story involves a young warm blood, a very caring owner, a farrier,  some mysterious spasmodic lameness and a monsoon of BS!

The lovely mare is shod in front and bare behind.  She's not in work, having just moved to a new yard and a new human owner. Both girls are taking their time to get to know each other and to settle into their new home.  So far so good!

On occasion over the last few months (on soft ground) this sweet natured horse is lame.  At times hopping lame! There's no heat, swelling, lumps, bumps or cuts or nicks.

She arrived with foot X rays which the new owner's vet has looked at and said shows navicular.    She's also got side bones on both front pasterns.  Neither fact is the subject of this post.

A reputable farrier (as they all are) came, recommended and fitted T-Bar Shoes on both fronts, saying "they will give her more support" and "in a few days she'll come right"!



...There it is... the Bull shit... 

For a few brief moments everyone nods and agrees knowingly, mostly because we've heard this sort of BS from farriers for decades.  It's familiar, therefore we assume it's correct.  Minutes later your brain kicks in and you start to question what's just been said (I hope).

What exactly do the words "ssupport her more" mean?  

A dictionary definition offers us this: 

                "Support = 

a thing that bears the weight of something or keeps it upright"
Example: "the best support for a camera is a tripod"

Helpful, but the horse isn't like a camera and therefore not unstable without shoes beneath it!  Nor will a horse fall over or fall down without the support of shoes. How do I know?  I have 3 horses all barefoot and none of them fall down!  They all manage to stand vertically upright, unaided, just fine.

True, the shoes will bear the weight of the horse, but we all seem to forget that the horse was designed by nature for it's feet to bear it's own weight.  Never are horses born wearing man made shoes.


So, is it possible that shoes do provide some sort of support to a horse or horse's foot?

We humans wear underwear (largely for support)  - meaning to hold things up, or in, and in one place - still! This doesn't apply to feet - especially not a horses which are rarely still!

We also wear shoes, again not to support our weight but to protect our feet from cuts and from the terrain. Our weight bears down on them (as with a horse) and receives no relief in the process.

As children Start right shoes were the so called "best" because they 'supported children's feet'.  Sounding familiar?  There's a difference.... Start right had a reputation for letting children's feet grow and move.  They didn't cause pressure points or remain fixed around the foot as metal shoes on horses do.  They were not the best because they held our feet into a static posture preventing us from running, rolling our feet or bending, quite the reverse!

Can we learn something valuable from that for our horses foot care?


Sadly horse shoes are not mirroring the wonders of a Start right shoe.  Instead they hold the whole foot immobile and unable to bend, roll, and flex.

This is far from helpful and far removed from how nature designed the horse's foot to operate.  Anything that stops the hoof from flexing, side to side, is hindering not helping the horse and is out of step with what a healthy hoof needs.

Fortunately for humans, we can take our shoes off after a long day in them to get some relief.  Unlike our horses!

So far, I'm at a loss to imagine how a T Bar shoe can provide support and help a horse to 'come right'.  Perhaps I'm missing something more fundamental about the workings of a horse's foot. Perhaps I'm getting side tracked with parallels to humans, our shoes and support underwear?



Let's get into equine foot mechanics, then maybe we'll discover what the farriers seem to know (or believe), or just BS us with!

Some of my own observations: 

1) It seems to me that the T Bar rests across the back of the frog and across the heel purchase area, both usually untouched by traditional u shaped metal shoes.  So, presumably the horse has no feeling in this area and can't feel this new point of pressure!  Wrong many horses will be bruised to bits below the T Bar, we just can't see it.
2) All the different bits of anatomy in the foot work together to form a cohesive functioning whole. If one bit is not functioning correctly, this can cause strain on other areas. This strain may lead on to some of the well known hoof problems such as Navicular Syndrome, White Line Disease and Laminitis to name a few.

3) When asked, most of us have no idea what the function of any individual part of a horses foot is for.   For example how would you answer this question.... "what is the function of the horses toe?" When I was asked that 3 years ago I had no idea whatsoever!  Not something I'm proud of but I quickly went and found out!  

Truthfully, we don't stop to think about the function of particular parts of the foot.  It's so basic,  we ignore it.  Yet, if we stopped to consider  the function of each part, we would be able to make more informed decisions about hoof care and spot the BS when it hits us from the so called 'experts'.

As an example the horse's foot has the following functions:
  • Support of the horse’s weight  - (who'd of guessed it?)
  • Propulsion - (sends the horse forwards, upwards etc)
  • Shock Absorption - (useful to prevent pain big time)
  • Circulation - (critical not just for blood but to send kinetic energy around the foot)
  • Protection for internal structures -( most of us don't even know what those are)
  • Traction - (grip to you and I - so that's how barefoot horses can jump and do dressage)
4)  I recommend investigating the function of the frog. To wet your appetite here are 3 of the main functions (and yes, there are more)....

1. Circulation – pressure into the back of the foot squeezes blood vessels in that area and pushes the blood to other areas of the hoof, the pressure varies depending on the phase of the stride.  

2. Traction – the frog is made of soft horn that is non-slip (like the pads on a cat’s paw) and the wedge shape helps arrest forward motion as it digs into soft surfaces. 

3. Flexibility of the hoof capsule – the frog allows the hoof to absorb uneven ground by allowing independent heel movement.

These 3 functions all require movement in the back area of the hoof.  Sideways movement, vertical movement, and movement such as rocking or listing side to side like a boat.  Having read that, how can a T Bar shoe, that holds the foot in a fixed position.... promote health in the horse's foot?  

I don't get it!  Do you?  Could you explain it to someone in your own words and not notice how daft it sounds as you try! 

Facts and observations aside, on this occasion, I hope I'm proved wrong and that our lovely warm blood mare comes right and soon, for her sake and that of her human partner.

Meanwhile I shall not limit my views about the misunderstanding of the role of the T Bar shoe and helping horses be free of pain, if for no other reason than simple logic.  I can't yet see any logic behind why we continue to view it as a helpful devise, can you?


Useful Further Reading on the Equine Foot and Anatomy:

http://www.appliedequinepodiatry.org
http://www.natureshoof.com

Sunday 23 November 2014

Poo! Poo! Glorious Poo!







When Grace acted as if she had Colic two weeks ago, I eventually went home having seen her symptoms greatly reduce and one pile of poo emerge!  Phew! 

I didn't think we were totally 'in the clear' but I went home to grab something to eat on the following condition:

 - The yard manager would check on Grace in 1 hour and call me with an update on if she had done any more poos.  I drove home rehearsing what would happen next based on one of two scenarios...

Scenario 1) Grace would have done more poo and I would sleep in my own bed, not the stable with Grace!

Scenario 2) Grace would not have done any more poo and it would be time to call the vet and drive back to be with her.

One hour later the call went as follows:

"Grace has not done another poo since you left, but nor have any of the other horses..."

Now I wasn't expecting that scenario!   The Yard Manager and I decided to wait for another 30 minutes as Grace was calm, and behaving normally, before grounds for panic set in.

30 minutes later, and Grace was happily delivering what every horse owner craves when colic symptoms have been at play - Poo! Poo! Glorious Poo!



The lesson learnt is that horses will often surprise us.  Often 2 options isn't enough and we must push to consider more options and explanations whether that's for our horse's behaviour, or our own; at the stable or in the office! 

Monday 3 November 2014

Moonlight Magic

'Firework Week' for all horse owners is never an easy week; do we leave our horses out in their fields or bring them into their stables?  How can we best keep them safe?

Either option can be dangerous.  A frightened horse galloping round a field, in the dark, at night, or a horse spinning and pacing round an enclosed wooden or concrete  stable - either option can result in accidents.



I've learnt over the years that the more you know your horse the more you can make wise decisions.  There's never a fail proof call, but knowing our horses well,  does help us to make the right choice in the given situation.

For me, it starts with preparation and planning.  Having in stock some V- Calm from James Hart mixed into feeds ten days before fireworks are set off, and Valerian Essential Oil in my coat pocket, are my two key 'MUST haves'... until now!

In the past I would augment Valerian with a dose of "ME"; standing with my herd in their stables to keep them calm.  In previous years I've stood with my herd in the field for hours watching fireworks in the distance at times calming them by talking to them, if they became upset and had a dash about.


This year, I found some additional 'calming tools' namely - music, breathing and the art of communication!

I joined Essy and Solar in their field, with two neighbouring geldings in the adjoining field.  There had already been a few 'explosives bangs' close by so they were all bunched together and must have had a run around as there was snorting and heavy breathing going on.

I had head collars over my arm, but I also knew it would be dangerous to even think about holding onto my two if they got scared, for one reason if I had to let go, and they went charging off round the field at full pace, their fear and panic would be worse with a lead rope swinging wildly at their side.

I stood in between my two, Solar on my right, Essy on my left, and for one hour we stood still breathing in and out deeply - simple belly breathing and thinking relaxing thoughts while watching the clouds sweeping past the moon overhead. 

The sky was splattered with stars, the moon brightly lighting up one section of the field until each moment the clouds enveloped it. Nobody moved save to change which hind leg was resting. 

It felt magical, and I felt very honoured to be under the stars with them in their space.  Very humbling.



On my I phone I played a Reiki healing track. It's a musical track that lasts an hour interspersed with the sound of Tingsha bells signalling time to change Rieki position. Although we were not working with Reiki, it felt like the right choice to add calm and peace to the field and myself.

I wasn't really sure what to expect but all four horses responded very quickly.   Their breathing deepened and heads lowered.  For an hour no body moved. 

At 7pm when the fireworks kicked off in full display mode, what happened next was quite bizarre.

I had been talking to Solar Sue (the more strong minded of my two who tends to take charge)  explaining over and over that tonight I was in charge.  That tonight she could trust me and I'd keep her and Essy safe. 


As the bangs and bombs blew up over the tree tops in front of us, my two peeled off like the Red Arrows; Solar to the right and Essy to the left.  As they turned away, in total synchronicity, they then just as suddenly both turned back round and came to stand behind me.  They re-positioned themselves right behind my back.  Heads down, calm. 

There the three of us stood for another half an hour.  Did they believe that I was actually in charge?  Did they feel safe standing behind me?

As with most firework displays the norm is that the biggest bangs tend to occur at the end of the show.  At the exact moment I guessed it was 'over' I spoke aloud and told my two 'that was it'.  As if by magic, they both turned and walked off side by side and began eating grass, peacefully as if they'd understood. 

For over an hour and a half grazing had not been on their agenda, now it was.


I walked back up to the yard (frozen and stiff from standing still for 2 hours) and joined the Yard Manager who had responsibly been keeping company to our 3 mares who we had stabled next to each other.  I couldn't hold back from saying "don't let anyone ever say horses and humans can't communicate' and recounted the behaviour of my two and the whole experience.

The two geldings in the field next to us had responded beautifully to the communal breathing and music absorption, but when the firework bangs kicked off they got upset. Spinning about at the side of the fence close to us, kicking out at each other and snorting like 'billyeo'! 

I'm sure that if my little herd and I hadn't been standing so calmly at the fence side, the two geldings would have galloped off full pace, in panic. Fortunately they stuck close by to the little sanctum we had created.

Because they stayed close by they settled down quickly once my two walked off to graze and I could devote my attention to the geldings.  I was also glad I had a few polo mints in my pockets to help get them to re-focus back on me.

To conclude on the evening:-

It was a night of treasured closeness to my horses.  

A night were I felt so proud of the choices they made.

A night where it was glorious to spend quality time together
 doing nothing but sharing a space, breath and relaxation.  

What a shame Firework night comes round only once a year!

 

Monday 27 October 2014

Simple Pleasures

They say a picture paints a thousand words; so...... here are some pictures that speak volumes to me - each one of Happiness!


Bright sunlight - where are Solar's shades?
Serious summer snacking
The three musketeers  - butter wouldn't melt - lets hope the mud does!

Bless them! Life long friends....
Old Friends re-united again!
Time to make new friends....

The 3 girls!
...oh and now some boys.....!
Pretty as a picture
Lazy bones.... why get up if you can have breakfast in bed?
A little 'neighborly boy' time!

I could not have wished for a more perfect end to the summer for my herd and their friends;
old and new!

Wednesday 17 September 2014

Give up Fear - don't give up on Horses!

"I have a great many troubles, but most of them never happened" 

 

-  Mark Twain



Living in a world where there is much to be fearful of; wars, disease, poverty, technological advancement, floods and natural disasters we tend to have an un-healthy relationship with Fear.  We live with too much of it, sometimes without real cause.  Sometimes we don't even realise we are living with fear, or how much, until we experience something significant that gets our attention.

I have worked with many riders, trainers and horse dealers who have suddenly developed a fear of riding after a lifetime in the saddle. This sudden fear has often been brewing below the surface for some time, without their knowledge.

For many horse owners and riders the memory of past falls, kicks and other incidents haunt and taunt us to the point where people give up their passion and walk away.  I've worked with many horse riders who have chosen to give up their love of horses due to fear, only to find out that their fear returns in other parts of their lives.

My message is - don't give up on horses - give up on Fear! Don't be afraid of your fear, get help!  We all need someone to help us at some point and that's ok, what's not ok is to ignore this need and abandon the very thing that keeps us alive.

This week my "someone" was there for me when I needed his help.  He has started me on a journey that we had begun together exactly one year ago.  This time I have a new reason to stay true to the journey - it's called regaining my health.  Now I will acknowledge, accept and release my own fears in order to conquer them and find better health and prosperity.

My fears are like yours; simple yet complex; real yet imaginary and working to keep me fearful and trapped.  My fear does involve my horses and riding Grace but it is also more about my future, money, pursuing my passions, freedom and most importantly my health.

Photo I took in 2000 whilst visiting New York

Last week marked the 13th anniversary of 9/11 and the  attack on the Twin Towers and resulting massive loss of life.

The trauma of 9/11 was very real.  The resulting levels of fear caused by expectation after the tragedy, for the most part did not happen.  Thank goodness!

I was living in the USA at the time of 9/11, and remember every detail of that day, and the days that followed which became months of unbridled fear and mistrust.

The sense of anger and rage was only tempered by the abject fear in people's minds and faces.  Air travel was in lock-down.  Shops closed, restaurant life became quiet - the air filled with suspicion.

People felt safe only inside their own homes, (ironic as that was the one place being flooded with news images and reports of the collapsing towers, grieving families, and Presidential calls for retaliation).

For the next few years, Americans lived and travelled in fear of a repeat attack.  Mercifully, 13 years on it has not happened.  So what has happened to all that fear?  Did it disappear?  Is it still there but diluted?  Has it been added to by other sources of threat to our survival? 


Fear is an every day activity we chose to honour (without realising it) as we attentively watch life, society, people the news, because our survival requires us to learn about things that may hurt us.  That's perhaps why we slow down at the scene of a terrible car accident. It is to learn.

Most times we reach a conclusion  "the driver must have been on the phone", "those small sports cars are so dangerous" etc.  We store this theory away perhaps to save our lives at a later date.



We learn what to fear, based on our perception of life and the world around us choosing to put our own interpretation on things, people and events.  This interpretation is at times valid and real, and at other times made up, inflated or exaggerated.  Sometimes we disregard the facts around a risk being actual versus simply perceived.  This is the same with our work around horses.

We learn to suppress our fears, to bury them until they show up with health issues or other noticeable life changing events.  We can easily end up living a 'half life' because our fears  keep us doing the same thing with our lives year after year, despite our heart and soul craving something else. (If this sounds like a mid life crisis - good)!

This sort of fear strangles us and sits like a knot in our chest until we can't breath properly.  This is how i've felt for most of this year.  It's hit a crisis level just recently and it now has my total attention!

Fear can overwhelm us through everyday events not just major issues such as 9/11.  Exposure to events broadcast via daily News, TV and Media - all  reinforce our desire to survive against murderers, kidnappers, famine and disease.  Rarely are we provided with a balanced perspective of stories about safety, hope, helping each other or healing.

So what can we do about 'fear overload'?  How can we better manage fear especially to keep it in perspective when working alongside horses?

Below are some simple tips to implement right away and a summary at the end based on how our horses react to fear.

Fear Management!


Strategy 1 - Don't watch ( read, listen) to the news at bed time! 


Don't absorb negative images, pain, suffering, fear and danger just before going to sleep.  Allow your body and mind a peaceful fear free night's sleep.

The Media industry survives and thrives on repeating old stories and adding a new level of fear with strap lines such as "the people of Hungerford, UK  still awaken at night, worried that it could all happen again".   Really?  I don't think so. These ridiculous statements are used to give old stories relevance today and like in the movies, allow for a sequel story at a later date.

To conquer the habit of living with fear we have to remove ourselves from the sensationalism of reporting fear based incidents.  We can start by removing it from our conscious thoughts and daily data feeds.



Strategy 2 - Keep old injuries and falls a thing of the past


Horse people often find ourselves (or hear others) recounting and reliving stories of we fell off, had a scare, broke a bone, ended up in hospital etc. etc.  Even if it happened years ago!  We cling onto the memory keeping the feelings of fear very much alive.

Stop it!

Stop telling others about such moments and walk away from anyone else who insists on re-living their scary stories - don't listen!

Catch yourself thinking about them and change your thoughts!  Think of something that makes you happy, relaxed not scared.  Notice how quickly your feelings change from anxiety and worry to calm again. 

Remember that being exposed to constant reminders of fear, shell-shocks us to the point that it becomes impossible to separate the survival signal from the sound bite.  i.e. we get a distorted view of what actually poses as a hazard to us and react to the state of fear rather than the risk itself.

As an example, say a news report comes out that a Dolphin attacks a swimmer!  Such a story would make a new connection in the minds of millions of us.  Dolphins are dangerous to man (even though they are not).   

Our survival brilliance is wasted when we focus on unlikely risks!

The same is true and happens often around horses.  Imagine an incident where a Stallion bites a woman who is seriously injured as a result.  Suddenly all stallions are dangerous for women to handle!   We give them a wide birth without assessing the facts and likely risks - real not sensationalised!

Such stories give us another or a new reason to be fearful of horses and we start to live with high levels of fear as a constant companion.  This is neither healthy nor fair to us or horses.


 

Strategy  3 - Shift your focus away from your fear and towards your desires!



The important question is not how might we be injured 
or hurt by our horses 
but how we want to live with them?


It is a fact that most horses do not kick, bite us, gallop off with us or generally set out to make us scared to death.  They are placid, easy going, mild natured, forgiving, patient, self sacrificing animals who would rather be with other horses and living a conflict free existence. Yet we chose to forget this replacing it with a few select scare mongering stores and our perspective alters.

To bring our perspective back into focus is a key skill to have at your finger tips.  It involves active daily practise in remembering what you DO WANT in your riding, horsemanship and relationship with animals. Remembering and feeling are key here.  We need both the thoughts and the feelings.

At times the feelings are so raw, so painful, that we avoid going there.  This is where meditation, yoga, reiki and other approaches to well being have in my experience been utterly transformational.  This is where I am in my journey this week, as I write. I am literally re-learning to breath again.  I am cleansing and detoxing and living with the side effects - but more of that another day.

If you know you are suffering from fear, be honest and ask yourself if you actually WANT to live with less fear?  Or are you used to this constant state of anxiety and find it comfortable and familiar?

The test is to figure out  why you want less fear in your life?  There has to be a compelling reason and we have to realise first, just how much fear we are holding onto. For some people, such as myself, until the fear manifests itself as health problems, we don't always ecognise it's time to let it go.  For others it might be when we face a financial crisis or find ourselves at a career cross road that the light dawns!

We need to be able to get into the habit of replacing thoughts about how things have been with how you want things TO BE! We need mental space to do this, and freedom from the weight of fear.  Releasing the fears with meditation, reiki etc are key in helping us to find that space.

This is a  Highly TRANSFORMATIONAL STRATEGY




Strategy 4 - Live in the hear and now, not in the future!


Have you ever noticed how the mind of the beginner is empty, 
free of the habits of the expert, ready to accept, doubt, 
and be open to all possibilities?  
People even enjoy beginner's luck!

Re-create this air of open mindedness whenever you feel dread or fear. Change worried anxious thoughts into 'what if..' or 'maybe...' thoughts.  

Find these 'windows of opportunity' to take back some control over the thousands of daily thoughts and feelings that flood our minds and body.  React to only those that warrant a fear response.

Many young children (raised in unstable domestic environments) develop the art of worry and prediction as a survival tool. However, this has an undesirable knock on effect of putting us constantly in the future, because living in the present feels too dangerous and painful.  Living in the future means we aren't really present in the hear and now and we need to be, if we are to learn when fear is appropriate or not.

Treat yourself with the same curiosity that you would a dog - suddenly roused from sleep who stares into space.  What has he heard?  What has he tuned into? Where is his attention?  In other words be thoughtful, present and in the moment with fear, don't allow yourself to become it's slave!


Strategy 5 - "No" is a complete sentence! 


Have you ever stopped to notice how obedient friends, family and strangers are to your use of the word NO?

Fear Management is largely about developing our awareness and perception of context.  It is about reading the situation we are in, those around us and paying attention to the right signals.

Here is an example scenario:

-  an unknown male stranger offers to help a female carry her shopping bags to her car late at night in the dark, she says no but he persists.    

Is he being chivalrous not taking no for an answer or is he a threat?

Many readers will instantly consider him a threat and others will disagree and could even feel sorry for him!  Yet make no mistake a man must respect a woman when she says no!   It is the listener not the speaker who decides how powerful a threat will be!

 It's dangerous when someone ignores the word no - it is not chivalrous!

If you watched someone lunging a young horse, minutes before you were supposed to mount and ride it in a lesson,  yet this horse turned itself inside out and back again on the lunge - are you really going to get on board when asked to do so? 

With our horses, especially riding or leading them, we have to look at the context, the behaviour and assess our options.  NO is a valid option whether its about getting on at all, or riding out in a group hack.  (See my article in Your Horse from 2009).

Remember "No" is a complete sentence!

This is a TRANSFORMATIONAL STRATEGY


Strategy 6  - Watch and wait! 

 

Watch and wait is usually the wisest first step when our fear instinct is alerted (assuming we have some time and space to do so).  Unfortunately, we usually 'engage or enrage' (i.e.lash out) instead!

My last 'painful fall' from Grace in May 2013 was a great example of how I 'engaged' when what I should have done was ' watched and waited'.

Just as I was about to mount, Grace went into high alert - tail up, ears pricked, body tense.  Her eyes locked onto a young filly galloping around her paddock in the not too far away distance, screaming her head off as she galloped.  Something had upset the youngster and this had Grace's full attention.

Instead of watching and waiting assessing the situation and my risks which would have let the situation (and Grace) calm down, I persisted and mounted.  45 seconds later I was on the floor in a heap.  (To prove the value of Strategy 2 above, I won't re-live the details here).

As horse people we have these watch and wait moments every day with our horses.  To go into the stable or not to settle a bucking rearing horse; to attempt to catch a horse galloping madly round their field; to erect the electric fencing in high winds and rain, threat of lightening and horses in the paddock! 

Consider this: what is the worst thing that is going to happen if you apply the "watch and wait" strategy?

 This is another great TRANSFORMATIONAL STRATEGY and easy to remember!


When we fear our own future, our success, our health, our identity we have many tools at hand to help us find peace.   Our horses tend to have three tools at their disposal: fight, flight or freeze.
 
These strategies apply equally well for us too.  So here is a short summary of lessons we can learn from our horses:-

We can learn how to fight our fears - with grace, intelligence, wisdom, kindness and acceptance.  

We can discover when to metaphorically run (or turn away) from things that cause us fear like the TV, other people's stories, and replace them with peace, love and joy. 

We can know when to 'freeze' and be fully present, in the moment,  absorbed in an experience physical or mental, good or bad, to draw important learning to us.


Today, while I was discovering my own supressed fear, and blockages, Essy was 'gallopping round his field screaming his head off".  Apparently he did this four times, then stopped, put his head down and carried on grazing as if nothing had happened.

Was he suddenly afraid, caught by surprise at something?  Was he in pain? Was he happy?  Was he running because he could in some kind of celebration?  

When I cried tonight was it a sense of relief, inner joy or was it self pity or realisation of hidden fears?  

Sometimes it takes time to know the answers.  The journey is about having help asking the right questions and accepting we may not always know the answer for certain and that's ok, as long as we are moving forwards.

This evening is not the first time my horses and I tread a similar parallel life.  I hope for Essy like me that today's gallop has released tension in his body.  I hope, like me that it has freed his mind and given him a 'lightness' of spirit.  I hope, like me that it has re-oxygenated his blood and cells.  

I hope that both he and I will both enjoy a very restful nights sleep, free from any fear. 


Sunday 14 September 2014

Silver Linings

In an earlier posting I reflected on the joy of seeing my herd all turned out and living life together. (See post called Musical Fields).

Two weeks on, and the situation changed. 

At first it seemed like an absolute disaster - I got the call to say that Grace and Solar had had a fight and of course (as predicted) Solar came off worst. 

I left my desk and drove straight over trying to stay calm whilst worried about injuries both physical and emotional.  I also had time to worry about what I'd do now with my herd and why on earth this happened less than 24 hours before I was to take a 12 hour flight for my annual holiday, rendering me some considerable miles away on an Island off Africa!

Luck however was with us all that day.

The injury to Solar was on flesh not bone.  Thank goodness my herd are all barefoot and Grace's double barrels are high ones! 



The skin although scraped bear and looking sore, was NOT punctured and so stitches and vets were avoided.  Something to be very grateful for!

Solar and Essy were both head down munching grass as if nothing had happened when I arrived.  Normality for two was at least restored.

Grace on the other hand who had been removed from the field (at my request) was in her stable sweating, biting, rearing and bucking.  Not a sight I wanted to see.

Instead of (as I had imagined) rushing to Solar to inspect the damage, it was Grace who needed my attention and support.  She was so upset.  Whether or not she was upset at what happened, or at being brought in, I couldn't be sure.

The yard manager's partner was sitting next to her stable to provide some comfort. (First hero of the day).

I grabbed some calming essential oils, explained to her that I loved her, and that it was no body's fault what had happened, and lead her out to hand graze.  She calmed down.

The yard manager was a saint and the second hero of the day.  She brought her horse Toastie in from the field for companionship for Grace and we all hand grazed next to the field with Essy and Solar in.

With calm restored and the old woman quickly at my side, (hero number 3 for sharing my worry),  I was able to check out the wound and use the red light around the impact area, then apply seaweed oil onto the wound, before a layer of Green clay with Yarrow oil mixed in.



After much deliberation, I felt it was time to walk Grace back into the field, on a halter, held by Chelsea. Above anything else at that moment I wanted Grace NOT to feel punished in any way.  I know we should avoid implanting human emotions onto our horses but it was a strong instinct and I had to listen to it.

The hand grazing seemed fine, nobody really paid much attention to anyone.  All 3 eat grass in the field together with one human present.  I remained out of the field closely watching and observing.

As this was to be my last afternoon with them whilst I was away for 2 weeks,  I knew I had to make a decision - put them back together and risk them getting on or not, or move Grace out ?

At the forefront of my mind and decision making criteria was:-

1) the horses safety
2) their emotional well being
3) avoiding Grace feeling she was being punished 
4) minimising risk of problems for Chelsea whilst I was gone
5) minimising my stress levels whilst away (If I could even contemplate going)!


I knew that I had to be brave and risk putting them together, whilst I was here, to see if the 'tiff' would now have settled the pecking order of the herd. 

On a mission to avoid taking the easy option out, we put Grace back into the field loose and watched close by.

Grace once let off the lead rope, trotted over to the other two, tossing her head as if to signal her presence and resolve.  The other two took no notice.  So far ok!

For 15 minutes all seemed quiet in fact at one point Grace and Solar grazed next to each other and I began to feel optimistic that herd life could resume.  (This was "a first", as usually Essy always placed himself between the two girls).

Then suddenly it changed and Grace and Solar were butting up bottom to bottom, both back legs about to let rip again.  This time, Essy (bless him) decided to get in between them as if trying to intermediate and almost got kicked in the process.

That was it! 

In a nano-second both Chelsea and I said 'enough'.  We can't now risk Essy also getting injured by taking on the role of peace envoy.  Decision made; they wont be turned out again as a herd. Sad as it felt, but SAFETY has to come FIRST!

After some deliberations and weighing up several alternatives, we agreed to move Grace to a different field, away from the twins.  I was anxious.  I love the field she was to be turned out into but was still plagued by feelings of guilt that she was being 'sent packing'.  Bless her when all she did was retaliate to Solar's constant chasing her off routine. 

But, when you have an amazing yard manager who is sensitive to your stress, the importance of horse safety but also to a horse's happiness and emotional well being, suddenly problems resolve themselves.

Next to Grace in her new field, would be Toastie the 18 year old ex polo pony who Grace seemed to strike up a bond with from day 1.  It was in fact Toastie who had raised the alarm that a fight had kicked off by calling and screaming out loudly when Solar and Grace had "a go". 

Now, for the third time that afternoon, Toastie would come to the rescue and move fields to keep Grace company next door.    In the process, Chelsea and Toastie proved not only to be my life savers that day, but marriage saviours too! 

We decided there was no time like the present to put this plan into action.  The result ..... beautiful!



Grace, immediately went off round the edges of her field as I've seen Essy and Solar do so many times, in the most relaxed and flowing canter.  At times she burst into a full gallop - the first time I've ever seen her gallop and the first time she's had the space to do so.

Briefly I was worried she was galloping from anxiety but with her tail carriage high, and body temperature amazingly cool, she seemed to be running because she could, it was time to express herself without 'minding her manners'!

From that afternoon, they began mutual grooming over the fence.  Since then they have been allowed to have an hour together in the same field, gradually increasing that time together.    A week on and they have blossomed together.

Toastie and Grace that 'silver lining' afternoon!

Skillfully building up their relationship under Chelsea's watchful eye they are now cohabiting together,  just one week on. They even had a sleep over under the stars to cement their bond!

What went wrong with my three being turned out together?   I'll probably never know.  Some possible explanations include...

1.  Two is company but 3 is a crowd
2.  Two who have bonded together for 15 years is too tight a bond to disrupt with a 3rd member
3.  Bad luck
4.  Bad timing
5.  Jealousy
6.  Something else

I don't know.  Prior discussions with equine behaviouralists had all confirmed it shouldn't be a problem.

It could be that having Grace on a different routine each day didn't help.  I had kept her on a timetable of out during the day and in at night.  So, each day she left Essy and Solar in the evening and each morning she re-appeared.  Was this too disruptive?  Did it create resentment from Grace and/ or Solar?  Or was Essy's fickle nature as he shifted allegiance and grazed 'up close and personal' along side Grace, simply too much for Solar to accept? Again, human thinking I know....

Perhaps life for Solar just didn't feel fair, or easy anymore?

For three such placid, calm natured horses to not get on is a shock to those who know them and have worked and lived with them.  To me it was not a shock, although after 2 good weeks the timing did catch me by surprise and I had began to believe we were in the clear. 

It was the age and difference in size that bothered me the most and had always stopped me from turning them out together before now.  In fact, had they not made the decision for me two weeks earlier, I doubt I'd have had the guts to put them all in together. 

We try, we learn, we forgive ourselves and move on.

If anything, events like this just go to show that there is a silver lining on every dark cloud. 

Now Solar has Essy all to herself again - separated only by air!

Essy and Solar back as a twosome


Essy doesn't have to wear his "Mr Brave" face!

Grace has a new friend all to herself and a field where she can gallop her heart out and burn off  both calories and some mental energy.


Pals - Grace and Toastie

All told, the horses are safe and seem to be happy. My holiday didn't get cancelled.  Solar's bum is healing nicely with no swelling thanks to Chelsea's diligent use of the red light and clay.

Four days after the kick.

I have never said 'thank you' so many times to a horse as I did that afternoon to Toastie, out aloud and in my head.  I only wish my husband knew the debt we (as a family) owe her without whom, I would not have been on that plane the next day!  (Second thoughts perhaps it's best he doesn't know not being a "horsey nut" himself)!


Toastie our Heroine!

I am a lucky girl and we are a lucky horse and human family, for which I am extremely grateful!

Friday 12 September 2014

Born That Way

I'm on holiday, reading.  My book of choice is the first of three books I have bought by Susan Ketchen.  She is a Canadian writer, horse owner and family therapist.

Her books are great; no poetic nonsense or wasted character descriptions - just enough detail to involve you and massive empathy for how it feels to be a teenage girl growing up with a love for horses that doesn't fit in with her upbringing, parental aspirations or suburban lifestyle.  (Sound familiar?)...

The descriptions of how it feels to be misunderstood and slightly out of place as a teenager who doesn't care about boys, clothes and make up, hits the nail hard on the head of how I felt growing up.  It was a constant pull and push of emotions, being true to yourself under a blanket of guilt for trying to be yourself, and by definition not being how others wished you to be!

As I read I was struck by how closely the young teenager's feelings matched my own - both growing up and indeed still today.  I wondered if others might also identify with some of the musings so cleverly captured,  and the struggles we had to deal with it, as we lived alongside family members who simply 'never saw us for who we were and are today'. 

Horses: Part of who I am!

So, as a memory jogger of how you may have felt (like I) growing up with a constant struggle against what you were expected to do (ballet, having your hair done etc)', and to provide reassurance to other horsey middle aged women out there, that you are not alone, nor is there 'anything wrong with you' - below are excerpts from the book "Born That Way".

These few excerpts are the ones that stopped me in my tracks and reminded me of that inner struggle I faced and had me applauding with gratitude and relief, to read it so clearly expressed and with such honesty about the consequences.

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"For a lot of people just being around horses is enough.  They don't have to own a horse.  They take lessons, they ride horses that belong to other people, they take them to shows, even win fancy ribbons...." 

It's not the picture I had in my head thought Syliva... " It sounds too much like dating other people's husbands"!

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"Mom always makes the same comment about me being in a "horse-crazy stage", as though... I'll grow out of it. But I know I won't. Not in a million years".

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After being forced to have highlights in her hair, by her mother ...

"Dad says my hair is great and I look like a twenty-year old and I try to show him I'm happy about this but really I am experiencing a hopeless feeling, like I'm trapped in the wrong life."

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 On meeting an older 'horsey' girl...

"You into horses?" asks her new friend Kansas

Sylvia nods. It's too much to say out loud

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About dreaming about horses at night time in her sleep the young Sylvia goes on to say:

"If I couldn't remember my dreams I'd lose at least half of what I enjoy about my life". 

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When at last she meets an adult who 'gets' her love of horses and asks her "You like horses?"

"I can't speak - "any answer I can think of would only be an understatement, like trying to answer a question about how much I liked breathing..... "

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Misunderstood by her parents the young Sylvia gets sent to see a shrink at the age of 14.  That shrink (luckily happens to be horsey and soon recognises Sylvie's only problem is that she has a passion for horses and her parents don't!). The shrink goes on to say.....

"Some people never develop passions; they spend their lives wandering along aimlessly looking for something meaningful and fulfilling to do.... whereas some fortunate people discover very early in their lives what is meaningful to them.  And the luckiest of them find ways of pursuing their passion"

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Towards the end of the book, when the shrink has helped Sylvia's parents to come to terms with their daughters love of horses Sylvie explains:

"this is what I want to do more than anything else.  I want to be with horses.  I can't imagine my life without them.  It's that simple and it's that complicated all at once".

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Horses: An incredible relationship without words

There are so many themes identified and so succinctly captured, by this author in her books. I guess it's no surprise that I have included those that resonated with me.

Here are some more of my personal daemons that I've had to work on as an adult, largely thanks to the careless words and misguided intentions of others as I grew up.


1. Being reprimanded for having "not grown out of this silly horse stage yet"

2. Having career doors shut in my face with declarations of "no daughter of mine is going to shovel shit for a job"

3.  Those endless efforts and clumsy tricks to get me out of jeans and 'Jaspers' and into tights and skirts!

4.  The berating and mockery into my late 40's about how "time spent with your horses isn't anywhere near as important as being at a family BBQ with my nephews "

5. The daily resentment provided by a lack of work policies to help horse owners leave early to bring in and feed their horses from the rain, but which do allow parents to collect little Johny from school early every day!

Of course non horse bretherin might view the above as farcical, spoilt, or immature,  an underlying 6th bug bear of mine ...

6. Society's' general desire to knock those who love animals not understanding it themselves, and so judging them to the point of exclusion or punishment. They chose not to see the joy and happiness it brings to a person.

Horses; good old fashioned laughter and fun!
Like Sylvia I can not and will not imagine my life without horses.  They are my life and a most essential way of life.  They are a part of who I am  - the biggest part!

Ringwood Cockatoo - enjoying the privilege of riding

They are not a passing phase.  They are not a vocation that requires work, dedication or any other labour intensive adjective.

Relationship without expectation!

They don't have to provide me with happiness, saddle time, rosettes and ribbons.  I have no expectations of them at all,  and so if that is a punishable offense worthy of ridicule, mockery and judgement I guess I'll continue to live with daemons for the rest of my life, cause as sure as eggs are eggs I'm not giving up horses, for anyone, anytime!


Over the years it's been hard to find the words to describe the meaning of horses to me, in my life,  or to articulate the relationship I have with them.  It's often struck me as odd that I clam up and can't explain something so very important to me.

So...I have explored why it's so hard to express my love about horses,  and will try to explain it below, in case it helps others - especially if you are a budding parent who may just give birth to a horse obsessed kid! (In my forthcoming book I go into more detail).

Having set to work on my daemons,  I soon realised that for years as a teenager, I had learnt to suppress my dreams, hopes, wants and needs to prevent  airing them and being judged and mocked. I had denied myself the most important part of me, in order not to 'rock the boat' and to 'be a good girl' who didn't "disappoint".

Shame!

This, together with fighting others attempts to dress me in pink, bows, and steer me towards Speech Therapy as a career meant I ended up suppressing a ton of shame.  Shame at not being the person others wanted me to be.  Shame at being a disappointment.  Such shame would only deepen as my desire not to marry, or have children (and provide the much desired grand children), became an even more clear part of me that I could not express, as I hit 16 years of age.

Make no mistake, 'shame at not being accepted for "who we are" is a killer!  It kills your spirit, your dreams and hopes.  It kills your confidence, your spontaneity and it kills your self belief. It  kills sure as cancer or a plane crash. 

Anger!

But that's not the end of it.  Shame can build up into anger - anger at not being allowed to express who we are and what we want or feel.  That anger born of shame, takes work to recognise and deal with.  From personal experience I can say that it is worth the work, and miraculously out of the other end, can come a sudden shared love of horses from those very family members who relentlessly fought against you and your passion, all those years earlier!

For some, I realise that a sense of "reprieve" from friends and family members may come too late.  For me it's come just at the right time especially as the 'old woman' and I know share a love of my herd and when something happens to any of them I can rely on emotional support not scorn from those closest to me.

That was worth the wait and definitely worth the work!


The benefits of staying true to what's important


Books by the Susan Ketchen:
Born That Way
Grows That Way
Made That Way