reflections
February 17th, 2013 Hurry has no Place Today

Every now and then a day comes along that is marked by events that totally take your breath away. Most every day is like that for me, but some are more special than others. Today was like that.
It didn’t start like I wanted it to. The tractor wouldn’t start and the man of the house, and helpers, had not left any starting fluid in the last remaining can to get it started. ARGH! An hour late for my first stop, I hooked onto the flatbed instead only to find out at my first stop that the trailer would not fit in the customers barn. Plan B was to drive all the way home with the loaded trailer and return on the next day. My day off.
Oh well. Farm an hour, work two.
Next stop. No sign of the customer. I was there to trim for her but she was nowhere to be found. A text or two later letting her know I was there and she said, “so am I, where are you?”
You guessed it. She had moved her horse to a new stable….40 minutes away.
Drive 40 minutes, trim like crazy – carefully of course – and then on to the next stop.
Nothing too remarkable yet except that I was now two hours behind.
I cancelled my early afternoon appointment and headed to what should have been my late morning appointment.
I was in a hurry and this was a new customer. As I drove I prayed to be present and in the moment. I loathe being hurried. The customer and the horse deserve the best. Especially new customers. They have many questions and it is just as important to be aware of the environment, goals, ect of the owner as these all effect the choices you make during those first and critical trims.
I walked into the pasture and noted that the gelding was staring at me in only the way very wise and wonderful horses do, sizing me up and weighing me on his understanding meter. This is the meter that tells horses whether or not a person is open to them or not.
I reciprocated I was here as his friend and went to work on his pasture mate. The next thing I knew he was standing very close to me with his lips pulled back and his teeth on my hand. It was an awkward moment, but not one that I am not used to. Horses with bad teeth often signal to me in this way that they need dental care. I pulled back his lips and looked at the worst teeth I have seen in quite some time on a horse. I shared the name of Phil Ratliff with the owner, suggested a good dental and waited for the horse to release me from his teeth. They usually do after the horse has been listened to. This one did not. He became more aggressive with his teeth.
What followed was a very profound and powerful communication session for he and his owner. We covered a slurry of topics, all of which were dear to her and her horse communicated deftly as if using sign language by the way he bared and pressed his teeth upon my palm…and hers.
Sounds strange, I know, but this was what worked for him and strangely, I was keenly aware of all that he needed to say. When finished, he stood like a champ while I finished trimming his hooves.
The owner thanked me and I boogied to my next appointment, amazed that even in a hurry one must wait upon the divine for guidance. Had I overlooked the horses need to place his teeth upon me, disciplined him or shooed him away his owner would have missed a life changing experience to be inspired, empowered and enlightened.
As I drove to my next appointment I reflected on the morning and realized that hurry was a mindset. The Universe has perfect timing. By having to hurry to meet my schedule I was made aware to focus, ask for clarity and be present in the moment. This acknowledgement made it possible to be present and be the tool that my gift requires.
Next customer.
Her horses, horses I know very well because she purchased them from me, had been doing something very strange. They were taking opportunities to push through the bridle with her kids and staring down a street they passed during their daily rides, something they had never done before. It was obvious to the Mother the horses were conveying a message but what she didn’t know.
It was soon to be dark so I let her know that I would address it as soon as I was done trimming. I picked up the front hoof and began to apply the high speed grinder and it spun a few revolutions before the horse whose had his hooves trimmed multiple times by me and my grinder jumped away. Two more tries and I decided that once again, although in a hurry, it was obvious to me that he didn’t want us waiting to talk. The grinder makes horrific noise and one cannot carry on a conversation while it is running.
I picked up his hoof and began to trim him manually, and he stood quiet and still as if a statute while we talked and I worked at the same time.
She told me the name of the street and the meaning became crystal clear. It has no meaning to anyone except them and me, but meaning just the same. Another wonderful moment borne out of the same day and I realized that my theme of hurrying just didn’t have a place in it today.
“This is my world.” I said, and her son replied, “I like your world!”
“Me too.” I said.

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