November 7th, 2010


More Horse Yoga from DHF

More from Friday's horse yoga session. We did a full, but relaxed, practice of standing postures and breathing. Horse yoga is not something you just go out and do. You don't get out of your car and get in a field of horses and do some yoga. Different herds have different dynamics. These horses are highly socialized, attuned to humans, and have a stable herd dynamic.

All photos are copyright Traci Castleberry
Here, we're doing forward folds...

Which is, apparently, a good opportunity to check out my, um, hindquarters? That's Pandora.

I said yesterday that Tia had been all thinky and hadn't said hello to me yet? I've known Tia since she was quite young and she and I have always been good friends. The first year I was at horse camp, Tia would push into my space a lot and Judy taught me to push back, let her know who was boss. This is still one of my favorite photos...Tia's nose in my camera lens.

So I was sad when Tia wouldn't talk to me at all the first day I was here. And then, at the end of horse yoga when I was doing Warrior 2, I felt my hand being licked. Looking at the photo evidence, she was telling me I needed to lift my back arm more. Monica and Judy are on either side of her. (Notice how Tia's color has changed from black to gray.)

Three years ago, Monica was very afraid of horses. Here she is after yoga, sandwiched by Khepera and Capria, son and mother. She's worked hard to be comfortable around horses. DHF Lipizzans make it look easy, don't they?

You, too, can do horse yoga at DHF.
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Oops...I had to cut the trip short

Miss E continues to have a fever so I've booked a flight home. I'm flying west to LAX and then east on a redeye to Dulles. I'll get in about the time the doctor has sick call hours. Even if this is nothing but a continued flu-type virus, Weatherdude can go to the office tomorrow and Tuesday and I'll take care of Miss E. If I hadn't changed my flight, I wouldn't be home until Tues afternoon and he might well miss another two days in the office. As far as I'm concerned, he's done more than his fair share, holding down the fort when school was closed Mon/Tues and then when she was sick Wed-Fri of last week. I'm missing a visit from the farrier, which Weatherdude thinks is a shame, but this is much more important. The farrier is coming to trim some feet, but also to open up an abscess on Ephiny. Yes, it's icky, but I've seen enough of them in my time that I'm simply fascinated by the idea that a horse works out the infection to its feet and then out of its body.

I had to find a flight, get it booked, get things set up to get to the airport. As Rebecca dropped me off, the mountains were pink in the afterglow of sunset. And now I'm watching the yellow light fade behind them as I sit waiting for the first leg of my flight home. I might be behind on NaNo now, but this is a great opportunity to catch up.

Meanwhile, here's Rebecca talking to Pandora. I sent my thoughts to Pandora as I left. There wasn't time to go down, say good-bye in person, then change again for the flight. (I would have been covered in horse hair, something some passengers wouldn't thank me for.)

Pandora, who holds us all up, all of her many fans. This is Judy being supported by Pandora, who is solidly plugged into the Earth.

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