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I have always tried to facilitate success and learning in the jobs I've held through the years. My work has always been with animals and most often been with children and with women. In Equine Assisted Psychotherapy, I had more challenges than I could count. No two days were alike in any form or fashion and I learned to stay centered, using all of my Buddhist training.

Keeping our clients safe around my horses was a priority. I had one new girl of about 8 years of age who continually ran underneath my (very wise and patient) mare, Dalai. Dalai was a black Tennessee Walking horse and she was my longe horse (to put riders on her and I "controlled" her on a line with a wand, circling me). I could not allow it to continue as the girl refused to heed my warnings.



So, thinking long on it one night, I awoke and began fashioning a "fake" horse. I took a wooden sawhorse, covered it with blue blankets and made a papier mache'  horse head and neck. I wired and bound and glued everything together and the clients and I painted "Old Blue's" face. He was a handsome, safe and introverted fellow.

We even were able to properly saddle him with a tiny western saddle for a pony! Our daring young girl was told that, until she could demonstrate safe, correct habits around Old Blue, she would not be handling any other horses. Funny thing was, she just loved Blue! He was a huge success in many other applications as well.

I created, with an intern at our program, a board game of a bridle path with steps to measure after spinning a dial and the landing spot asked a question such as, "I really feel angry when..." or "I feel so happy when..." or "My favorite time of day is..." And we made little horses to use as players' markers to "gallop" around the path that wound through green fields and over bridges, etc. that I had painted on the board.

You do what you need to do to make things work!

Releasing:
I did my first Moon Ceremony with my Mother, hiking two miles up the mountain in the middle of the night with a group of beautiful women to sit under stars. We did a lot of connecting to the Earth and built a "sacred fire" into which we released our troubles.

I would never betray the sacredness of all of it, but it was so very powerful - especially sharing it all for many years with my Mum.

The fire release can easily be modified and shared here now. It can be such a benefit to people. All you do is build a small, safe fire within a ring of stones. I use Native American tobacco from Santa Fe, but any tobacco or herbs can be used to hold your intentions.

You exhale an intention into the tobacco in your right palm - I like to release my "fears", my "need to control", my "doubts", my "anger"....
Then you turn your fist over and toss the tobacco into the flames. It is more freeing and potent than it sounds! I keep the tobacco in a bowl beside me as I sit by the fire and reach in for a handful as many times as I need. I like to do this under the night sky. Then, you just sit with the fire until it goes out and bury the ashes for safety.

This practice gives me a sense of power in my own emotional life, often healing some very deep scars and releasing so much stress, I can't even describe the lightness of it. I've been known to do a release session every day for a week, if necessary.
Comfort...
Someone I love dearly came to visit me and she wore her Father's shirt - he had passed recently. It touched my soul so deeply.

This woman brought so much light into my life (not just on the recent visit, but throughout several years of our friendship). I held her shirt idea in my heart.

Since my Mother's passing, I've thought about her blouses, still hanging in her bedroom. We have not (my brother and I) been ready to change things, yet. And that's okay.

Two nights ago, I had a vision of my heart friend and her Father's shirt. My whole being was filled with love. I went to Mum's closet and the shirt I needed to find hung right in front of me. I brought it home. I put it on and wept, then hung it beside her mala and my mala hanging on my herb cabinet.

  I will wear it on sacred occasions.

I have nothing to "sell" tonight. No special links to share or ideas to push forward to anyone. This newsletter is just some musings. I am in a transitional point in my life and with Dharmahorse. Much will be revealed later on as we expand our path and our scope.




Wishing you Peace and Joy, Katharine & the Dharmahorse Tribe 



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