Plots and Reversals
Pooka has not been having a good month. After putting his foot through the fence hollering at mares and needing the vet, he proceeded to get well quickly--then late last week he had a spectacular meltdown over Pandora being in fall heat (the last volcanic eruption of hormones before the winter shutdown) and sprained himself but good. S came to give him a massage on Tuesday and opined that this is going to take a while. As in, "let him just hang out for a couple of weeks, don't give him too much turnout, and try to keep him quiet. Then we'll see."
In the meantime the truck needs major work (sale going on through Monday if you've been thinking about mentoring, Camp, or other things), and we've been completely unable to find transport, so we won't be able to make it to the Roundup. We kind of get the message, Universe. No idea why that was waved in front of us. Maybe it's a setup for something bigger and better later?
Mr. Studly is not keeping very quiet. At all. But he does seem to be, very slowly, getting less sore.
Today we had yoga, which had been scheduled to help get ready for the Roundup, but turned into a very interesting, quiet hour and a half of psoas and balance work. Gabriella, who usually will have nothing to do with it, was front-row center. Camilla was telling stories to everybody.
Tia had much thinking to do. She's working on being a grownup horse instead of a baby, has grown and filled out noticeably, and has mellowed out a fair bit. At the end of the session, we noticed she was over by the fence, practicing for herself the psoas exercises we'd been doing earlier, wearing the horse equivalent of a frown of concentration (ears slanted back and sideways). She was shifting her back legs one at a time, and stretching and rebalancing and experimenting. The Self-Training Horse(tm) at work.
Very strange interlude: Gabriella getting massage/energy work from Yoga-J. Eyes half shut, ears intent. Carrma comes over, and inch by inch lines herself up until she's nose to nose, about eight feet apart. Ears pricked, then relaxed as Gabriella relaxes.
No idea what that was, but they were seriously into it. Energy transfer?
Pooka was all hormones and snorting and chasing his tail, but he calmed down a great deal as the session went on. He seemed a bit less sore at the end.
Amid this we plotted some awesomeness. We've booked the Inn at Civano, which is just a few minutes away, from December 16th-18th for a Solstice Retreat with White Horses and Writing and Yoga. Yoga/herd yoga/writing workshop. I could be persuaded to combine that with a one- or two-person Camp earlier on in the week and leading up to the weekend, if anyone is interested. Normally I don't do Camp in December, but for this, I would make an exception.
The idea of the weekend is that people get together, some stay at Civano and possibly a couple here, and we do Camp Lipizzan things and yoga things and spa things, and have a communal dinner on Saturday at Civano. There's a big one planned for March around the Equinox. This is the beta for that. The theme for the Solstice will be opening up your writer mind, working through writer's block (and body block and any other kind of block) and looking ahead to the new year. Long Dance! Sunreturn! And nine white horses.
And you heard it here first.
I'm looking forward to it, a lot. Also to trying for more writing time and less general farp and frustration in between now and then. Trying for my own de-blocking and de-stressing. Wish me luck?
In the meantime the truck needs major work (sale going on through Monday if you've been thinking about mentoring, Camp, or other things), and we've been completely unable to find transport, so we won't be able to make it to the Roundup. We kind of get the message, Universe. No idea why that was waved in front of us. Maybe it's a setup for something bigger and better later?
Mr. Studly is not keeping very quiet. At all. But he does seem to be, very slowly, getting less sore.
Today we had yoga, which had been scheduled to help get ready for the Roundup, but turned into a very interesting, quiet hour and a half of psoas and balance work. Gabriella, who usually will have nothing to do with it, was front-row center. Camilla was telling stories to everybody.
Tia had much thinking to do. She's working on being a grownup horse instead of a baby, has grown and filled out noticeably, and has mellowed out a fair bit. At the end of the session, we noticed she was over by the fence, practicing for herself the psoas exercises we'd been doing earlier, wearing the horse equivalent of a frown of concentration (ears slanted back and sideways). She was shifting her back legs one at a time, and stretching and rebalancing and experimenting. The Self-Training Horse(tm) at work.
Very strange interlude: Gabriella getting massage/energy work from Yoga-J. Eyes half shut, ears intent. Carrma comes over, and inch by inch lines herself up until she's nose to nose, about eight feet apart. Ears pricked, then relaxed as Gabriella relaxes.
No idea what that was, but they were seriously into it. Energy transfer?
Pooka was all hormones and snorting and chasing his tail, but he calmed down a great deal as the session went on. He seemed a bit less sore at the end.
Amid this we plotted some awesomeness. We've booked the Inn at Civano, which is just a few minutes away, from December 16th-18th for a Solstice Retreat with White Horses and Writing and Yoga. Yoga/herd yoga/writing workshop. I could be persuaded to combine that with a one- or two-person Camp earlier on in the week and leading up to the weekend, if anyone is interested. Normally I don't do Camp in December, but for this, I would make an exception.
The idea of the weekend is that people get together, some stay at Civano and possibly a couple here, and we do Camp Lipizzan things and yoga things and spa things, and have a communal dinner on Saturday at Civano. There's a big one planned for March around the Equinox. This is the beta for that. The theme for the Solstice will be opening up your writer mind, working through writer's block (and body block and any other kind of block) and looking ahead to the new year. Long Dance! Sunreturn! And nine white horses.
And you heard it here first.
I'm looking forward to it, a lot. Also to trying for more writing time and less general farp and frustration in between now and then. Trying for my own de-blocking and de-stressing. Wish me luck?
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