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Chapter One

“You don’t go through a deep personal transformation without some kind of dark night of the soul.”   -Sam Keen

Looking up I could see the clear, vast blue sky canvassing the horizon in only the way that perfect weather can.  It was clear and limitless, the omen of a perfect day.  Then blinking I heard the click, click, click of a revolver being cocked.  Turning, I saw standing not ten feet in front of me a disheveled man his eyes wide and wild and in his trembling outstretched arm he held a pistol aimed at my head.  The end of the barrel from my vantage point loomed large and ominous and looking down the barrel, I imagined that this is what death must look like.  Black and dark and violent.  In a split second I knew I was going to die.  In my head I heard a warning to run but my body wouldn’t respond.  My legs felt like concrete and I could hear my heart pounding like a jackhammer.

“Bitch!” I heard the man say and then a string of other words followed but I couldn’t hear what he was saying above the thump, thump, thumping of my heart.  His shouted profanity sounded like gibberish and even if he had not been holding a gun to my head I would have known something was not right with him.  His eyes burned wild and bright, lit by a crazed imagination.

There was no time for me to react.  This was all happening so fast!  I did not want to but I stood riveted, paralyzed by fear.  I noticed his knuckles turn white as his grip tightened around the gun and waited for the gun to explode.  Suddenly my body began to tremble uncontrollably and the movement frightened me.  I wanted to be still.  Still, like a rabbit hunched motionless in a thicket.

Then, the gun barked flames and the bullet exploded from the barrel.

In that split second I wanted to scream but no sound would come.  I wanted to run, but my feet would not move.  I had never seen this man before.  He had appeared seemingly from nowhere.

The force of the bullet slicing past my right temple sent a whoosh of air, raising the hair on the side of my head, the clap of the gun’s report crashing into my ear drum.  Another explosion and in a split second the day turned to night, sparklers of light bursting before my eyes.  Then, it was over.  A senseless act of violence that would change my life forever.  At the last I remember the smell of the earth coming up to meet me as my body fell, its scent fresh and autumn-sweet from the decomposition of the cottonwood leaves and pine needles.

In the darkness that followed was a sense that I had been born a thousand years ago and I had lived a thousand years.  With that sensation came a rapid stream of hyper-lucid thoughts.  And an awareness that I was meant for something purposeful.

I was not conscious when this reality struck.  Yet I had an intense awareness of all that I am and was to become.  With this came a vision.   I saw horses, dozens of them.  The images moving through my consciousness like ghosts in the night, startling, vivid, and haunting. 

 

 

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Chapter Two
Meanings, moods, the whole scale of our inner experience, finds in nature the -“correspondences” through which we may know our boundless selves.”-Kathleen Raine


Horses have personalities. They are as unique as we are.
They have emotions. They think. They reason on their own level. They communicate. They love. They mourn. They are every bit as alive as we are. They love life and they don’t like to think that they’re going to die.
Horses don’t like thinking they aren’t cared for and they don’t like being hit, pushed, frightened, or neglected. They like good food, appreciate good care, and they recognize right from wrong. Especially in their own herd groups.
In our herd, we have 5 mares in one large pasture. One of the mares is a young draft cross with mischief written all over her. Moxie (she lives up to her name) regularly swaggers around invading the space of others. She leads the same way. Put a lead rope on her and she’ll swing her head in toward you, bump you with her nose, and push you with her shoulder, all at the same time. Put her in a stall and she’ll try to bully past. Correct her and she’ll swing her hind end and fire, and then swing the other way and fire with a different leg. That’s just after she paws at you with her front hoof.
Moxie came to us a reject from a prominent clinician who tried to start her in front of a crowd of people and failed. She made a mockery of him and his inclination was to put her in the ground. It was a caring citizen that informed the owner that perhaps she might consider sending Moxie to us for training. She did more than that. At the end of her rope, her owner made arrangements for Moxie to arrive by trailer to our facility with a permanent reservation.
Moxie isn’t mean. She isn’t even dangerous. She’s just a hoodlum kid that has a lot of energy and way too much intelligence for her own good. In the near future she’ll have a full time job. Once she does, we know the behaviors she has now will likely dissipate. Most of the time, we don’t reprimand her, unless she gets way out of line. What we do is let the older mares do our disciplining for us.

Read about Moxie and her new home: Image 1 and Image2
Beauty is our lead mare and she is all about business in a mature and noble way. She’s a strength to the herd because she’s strong, sensible and she’s benevolent. Her manners both in and out of the herd are impeccable. Two days in pasture with Beauty as her babysitter and our little beast became a princess. Horses never compromise when they draw the line and they are infinitely patient when they are ignoring bad behavior. They know about respect and they know how to command it. Beauty has been a wonderful role model for Moxie. They eat from the same hay pile and rotate around the pasture together. Moxie emulates Beauty because Beauty commands respect. And at the end of the day, Moxie’s behaviors are an effort to gain a better position in the herd anyway. Moxie’s energetic display is representative of a young horse that just wants to be somebody in the herd and in the lives of her humans. She isn’t going to modify those behaviors around people unless one of two things happens.
1. She is disciplined into a state that isn’t natural to her.
2. She is allowed to mature while expressing herself in a way that is healthy and appropriate.
We’ve noticed that Moxie’s behavior de-escalates when we spend quality time with her. It isn’t just that the time begins to hone her as a responsible horse. It is more than that. Not long ago we observed that Moxie was routinely tipping over her water bucket in the stall. We’d fill the bucket, place it on its hook and she’d dump it over. Over and over again. When one of us entered the stall, she’d softly snuffle, confident about standing in the very spot needed to access the bucket. Instead of reprimanding her, we noticed she was trying to get our attention. It was important to her that we notice her, spend time with her, and acknowledge her. While Moxie was very demonstrative about this display, ALL horses crave these things. Just like people.

 

For me, I found my own brand of Kris Karr, Jack Canfield, and Tony Robbins optimism in a little hinny (the resulting offspring of a mating between a stallion and a female jack ass) named Jenny.
Jenny was given to an older couple who had been looking for a donkey to have as a pet. They had chickens and had heard that a donkey can make a good guardian. Jenny wasn’t a donkey but she looked the part with her mouse brown fur and dark dorsal stripe.
Jenny stayed with Joe and Mary for about a week before she escaped to run wild around their farm and neighborhood. Her freedom probably wouldn’t have been an issue if a local neighbor hadn’t taken exception to Jenny creeping around their property. Shy by nature, Jenny darted in and out of the woods at will, refusing to let anyone catch her.
As news of the wayward donkey spread, trainers, veterinarians, police, and ordinary citizens joined the effort to try and catch Jenny. The town government became involved after several complaints against Jenny running free were lodged due to the fact Jenny was running free on a busy highway.
Her worried owner tried tranquilizing Jenny by slipping them into her feed but this was to no avail. Jenny simply ran back into the woods to sleep off her stupor in the peace of a thicket. Locals chased her on four wheelers and she was shot twice with tranquilizing darts. One man, experienced with the long-eared variety of equines tried to lure Jenny with another donkey but none of this had an effect on Jenny. Finally, it was decided that Jenny might need to be shot and euthanized as her wanderings had become a spectacle. Newspapers printed her story and implored anyone who could to help to do so before Jenny met her fate at the end of bullet. That is when I heard about the story and intrigued, I contacted the owners to schedule an appointment to meet with them.
My first meeting with Joe and Mary was one I will never forget. The dearest couple, they were distraught over the thought that Jenny’s life was being threatened by law enforcement that saw Jenny as a liability. They recognized the severity of the situation, but felt they had tried everything to lure Jenny back to safety. They tried putting food out for Jenny but she would not come in to eat unless the food was in the open. Any whiff of capture and she would disappear back into the woods like a ghost in the night.
In Maine’s best weather the woods can be daunting with thick underbrush and wet swamps. But Jenny had escaped during the dead of winter. Not only was it bitter cold, a foot of fresh snow lay on the ground. Jenny took to the harsh environment like a duck to water. Browsers by nature, Jenny reveled in taking long naps deep in the woods where the worst of the wind and snow never reached her. She stripped brush of bark and pawed through the snow to eat the frozen grass underneath. Jenny saw no reason to live as a captive. She was free.
The first day I had contact with Jenny I watched as she peeked over the snow banks and faded in and out of the forest like a summer shadow on the snow. Jenny had gotten wise to what people wanted from her and she didn’t have any plans of getting caught. She’d slip in to eat during the night or early in the morning and disappear back into the woods during the day. One morning when I arrived early to study Jenny’s patterns, I surprised her. She was having her breakfast of day old bread, corn and some sweet feed Joe had left out for her. She darted for the woods wasting no time on pleasantries. Freedom was far more important to her than food.
Over eleven days I followed Jenny on her rounds through the back woods of Maine sometimes making brief amounts of contact with her. She was an amazing creature. She wandered the woods perfectly adapted to Maine’s harsh climate.
Our time alone in the forest gave me time to think. I admired Jenny. Watching her, she was aware I was there but completely uninterested in getting to know me. She was an independent soul, happy to be herself. She didn’t crave being near humans. She liked the food they left for her, but she was just as content to eat frozen branches.
On the fourth day of our odyssey a snow storm rolled in and although I knew Jenny was perfectly capable of taking care of herself I grew worried. Trudging into the forest I saw where Jenny had made her way to the edge of woods only to turn around when the snow had gotten too deep for her to walk. Trailing her was easy with the new snow but hard work as I pumped my legs through the deep snow. Then, just in front of me I saw Jenny. She was standing with her head down, her rear facing me. The snow muffled my movements so I was able to observe her for some time before she knew I was there.
It was peaceful there in the forest. Watching her I wished I could be her. Her coat, downy and thick kept her perfectly insulated against the cold weather. Even in layers I was shivering. Her health was excellent due to the fact that her diet of the past four months had been completely natural save for the bread and corn scraps Joe and Mary left out for her. Her belly was round and fat.
Sitting there I coughed unexpectedly. The cold air and physical exertion had made my throat dry. Jenny heard me and popped up her head. She spun and looked me straight in the eye. She was so beautiful.
I wanted to bring Jenny home to safety for Joe and Mary because I couldn’t stand the thought of her being shot, but at that moment I desperately wished that I could just turn around and leave. Captivity was no place for her.
Jenny reminded me of how necessary it is to take time to just breathe once in awhile. There is an importance of getting in touch with who you are. Reflecting and meditating, allowing thoughts to slow and become clear.

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