Horse Medicine

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Thursday, March 15, 2007
Location: Piikani Reservation, Alberta

This past week I’ve spent a lot of time herding cattle on horseback. I’m really finding my balance and strength on the back of a horse, but what I’ve found most interesting is that as long as I’m thinking, I’m not riding. It’s only when a single cow strays from the herd and I’m forced to take off after her that I stop thinking and start feeling. As I enter that state, the horse too stops thinking about me the rider, and only then, do we start working together. It’s as if the horse is telling me to get out of my mind, to use my intuition, to be natural. Morris has told me this a few times and only now am I getting it. Be natural.

The horse I ride is Joe. Joe’s Blackfoot name is Poka-Saqoi, meaning Little Bay Horse. He’s been a good teacher to me, I’m glad to be finding my place in the saddle with his help. He also forces me to be strong, to know myself, to sit up straight and tall, to ride with confidence. If I act weak, or if I allow myself to be undisciplined, Joe will take back his head, and show me who he is, and in doing so, somehow he will be showing me who I am supposed to be.

peace,
d


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