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Susie Shiner-Light: Posted on Monday, April 04, 2011 9:27 PM
I want to tell you a story about my beautiful horse, Apollo. He is my blessed colleague in my work as Equine Guided Educator, having carried small autistic children on his back, patiently bending whilst they pull his mane and screech in his ears. He has taught leadership, self-respect and healthy boundaries to troubled teenagers and comforted those with broken hearts. When we lived in Somerset, not far from the beautiful city of Bath, we used to open our walled garden and orchard, home to our animal family, to any passers-by that might have decided to walk through the village or visit the adjacent church. |
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Susie Shiner-Light: Posted on Monday, April 04, 2011 9:13 PM
Liz, an outgoing and striking woman in her middle years with a shock of red hair, came to me hoping to learn “how to feel”. She complained of a sensation of deadness, of numbness, a lack of sensation. Having been adopted at an early age and placed in a home as a young baby, she told me that her adoptive family had been violent and she had constantly been on tenterhooks trying to evade their wrath.
Initially she was reticent to work with the horses saying, “Horses don’t like me. They seem to pick up on my own self-loathing and they are often aggressive toward me. |
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