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aikido and the horse

Up here in the White Mountains of New Hampshire with lovely Sanne, studying Aikido and horsemanship with Mark Rashid.  In the Aikido class this morning, we practiced circling our hips like stirring a big pot.  Then we circled our hips from the “inside wall” of the body, and then from the organs.  Then we came to stillness while still maintaining the feeling of circling the organs inside the body.  To me, this felt like a dynamic, soft stillness.  We practiced breathing laterally, expanding our ribs sideways.  We learned the horseman’s kata – more about that tomorrow. We practiced transmitting softness to and through our partners.

Riding in the afternoon was about bringing the lessons from the morning’s class into the horsework.  It was amazing to feel how the habitual patterns of riding pushed away the newer somatic information from the morning. I felt as if I had to wade through my busy-ness, my “doing something” to get quiet enough to feel myself and my horse. I thought about re-patterning and how learning a new pattern can take hundreds, even thousands of repetitions.  I thought about how learning softness – because it is not really a pattern, but a way of being – is slipperier still.  Part of that is because our human tendency is not toward softness, but resistance and tightening.  It is reflexive, protective, fearful.  Sanne, on the other hand, tends toward softness.  The minute he feels an opening, he is soft.  That is his gift, his teaching, his desire.

My job is to look for and create that opening. Breathe in, breathe out.  Repeat with attention.

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happy boy

Jules sometimes feels under-represented because he is shy.  He asked me to show you his picture in case no one knew that he is a 90-pound greyhound with a stellar racing history, now retired and living with us and his wife Guinnie.  It’s hard for him to be demonstrative because many things frighten him.  However, this is his most favorite thing to do other than digging.

Jules is reminding me to take a break, to play, to smile big even when I am feeling less than cheery.  The mind follows the body after all.

 

 

 

 

tilt

Falling Horses, Kieran Antill

When someone beloved has fallen into a jumble of delusion, it is almost as if their loss of balance is mine, as if, in my anguish, I am tilting with them, scrambling to decipher this strange new terrain.

Grazing Horses

Sometimes the
green pasture
of the mind
tilts abruptly.
The grazing horses
struggle crazily
for purchase
on the frictionless
nearly vertical
surface. Their
furniture-fine
legs buckle
on the incline,
unhorsed by slant
they weren’t
designed to climb
and can’t.

Kay Ryan  

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buenas dias

Pam took this photo this morning of Cho, our Spanish galgo (greyhound).  He is eighteen years old and ready for whatever the day may bring.  The cats, dogs and horses are not especially bothered by the emotional tumult we are currently experiencing.  Not unless, of course, it interferes with mealtimes, petting and walks.

They are content in the moment, tethered to their quiet, peaceable lives.  Lots of sleeping, lots of snuggling, lots of purring, barking, running, depending on what the situation calls for.  There is not a lot of planning, reviewing, or regret.  I like that about them.  Today I am in bed with a nasty spring cold, bracketed by cats, and from time to time, Cho.

They are reminding me about rest, about stillness and the importance of having a warm, friendly body nearby.  And for all of that simplifying and companionability, I am deeply grateful.