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| Susan and the Big Bay |
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| It was a cold, misty day at the farm…it was Susan’s first time meeting the herd. We had completed the initial conversation and paperwork when I asked her to visit with the horses and see if any sensations, thoughts or emotions would come up for her. After standing with the big bay for a while she commented that her throat felt itchy. She put her hand around the front of her neck and repeated that it felt different, somewhat scratchy. |
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| She chose to hang out with the bay in his stall. Immediately after entering the stall he walked over to her. He put his nose right near her ear and neck and began to nuzzle her. She was delighted and started to pet him. Moments later he stepped about a foot back and put his muzzle on the front of her throat…. hmmm…Susan and I looked at one another, was he trying to tell her something? He started to alternately nuzzle her throat and resting his head on her head. She felt he was grounding her when he rested his head on the crown of hers. |
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| This went on for quiet a while. The bay would sometimes walk away for a moment, but came back quickly heading straight for the throat. Never in an aggressive manner, always gently touching her, nudging her. In the meantime Susan and I talked about what was going on in her life. The relationships she has been in, the journey she has been on, always trying to tie it back to the nudgy horse in some way or another. |
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| Suddenly, the bay locked eyes with Susan. It was a moment of such intimacy; I wish I could have disappeared into thin air. I was witness to love, pure love. The horse expressed that he was right there, that he was available to hear what Susan had to say. |
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| After the moment passed, I asked Susan, considering that the horse kept pointing to her throat, if there is anything in her life that she needed to express, that she needs to take a stand for by voicing herself? |
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| She paused and explained that lately she has been in touch with emotions concerning her mother. Emotions of anger and resentment that she has kept inside for so long. Realizing that her mother was getting old she wishes that she could express those feelings to her. However, she knew that her mother would not be open for it. |
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| The moment Susan had finally expressed her truth the bay horse took one more look at her and then turned around to walk away. After about 15 feet he stopped. His hind-end facing us he took a deep breath and went to sleep…his job was done. 3 |
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