In hindsight I am grateful to a horse named Poet for telling me it was time for him to move on from my life.
The riding program at a college was being eliminated and Poet was about to be homeless. A friend asked my husband and I if we would be interested in giving him a home. We were, and we did.
Poet had been donated to the riding program after his career as a show jumper ended. At the time we didn't know why. Home To The Country
Both my other horses had very different backgrounds than this retired show jumper and lesson horse. We thought with enough love and enough time he would fit in. After all hadn't we given him something he had never had, a home.
Poet was terrified moving from a major city and a life that resembled nothing of what he was now living. After a few years it was evident he still wasn't happy.
Poet had been used up, mentally, physically, and he had closed his heart a long time ago. He had decided it was his terms or nothing.
It took quite awhile to admit I wasn't the human for him.
As an animal communicator I would ask repeatedly if he wanted to talk. He refused. He didn't want me probing. It was too painful. My asking was part of the problem.
Learning I was not the center of Poet's life and releasing him to a life he would be happier with, was hard for me to wrap my mind around. After all, I was a "till death do us part" kinda gal.
I believed I must have been doing something wrong. Maybe if I tried a little harder, I could make it work.
I hadn't yet learned to listen to what he was telling me. He simply wanted to live his life out with less pressure with what he was use too. It took me awhile to figure out what that was.
Poet didn't want to talk and he certainly didn't want me probing around for what was" wrong" so I could fix it. I was breaking a cardinal rule I talked to clients about. THE ANIMAL HAS A CHOICE.
Poet had lived a "do it to me" life in Boston, before he came to live in the country with me. He was a high dollar jumper who burned out mentally. He was as connected to what he was doing as a piece of gym equipment is to someone using it. He retreated inside. And I wanted to "fix" him.
Natural Horsemanship would have eased the pressure in Poet's life. Yet it would have always been his choice as to how he wanted to live.
I am so sorry Poet it took me so long to honor and respect the brilliance it took for you to create the internal place you resided inside yourself. Sign up
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