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Operation Bicycle: Day 2, plus a follow-up with the healer

Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah!
Fat bottomed girls they’ll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks get set go
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle

~ Queen/Freddie Mercury

antiquebicycleI was feeling tired and hot and didn’t want to … but you gotta do it seven times for it to make sense to the horse, right? So I wheeled it out and as always with cycling ended up having such a good time, I went for 40 minutes. It’s like being 10 years old on a BMX track except the hillocks and ditches aren’t quite that extreme and I’m about three times the weight, though not the height, of those boys.

Riley didn’t twitch even when I zipped behind her (within kicking distance, practicing my trust — of her, and of my own reading of her floppy ears, lazy tail, cocked hind foot, low head, calm munching….). Star was curious and when I stopped near her she came over and sniffed the bike.

Rocky? He mostly didn’t budge either but he did tense. The one time he moved was when I slowed down and squeezed between his hiney and the fence (about a seven-foot gap) — he took two steps forward. I didn’t look at him or say anything; I had a lot of practice tonight at “horse, what horse?” He stopped doing that after a few more laps but I could tell he remained aware of where I was, and was not entirely comfortable with me going by that close.

I can see why bicycling helps you become a better rider. In addition to physical fitness and balance, it reminds you to look where you’re going (not at what you’re riding!) and plan for contingencies of terrain, weather, environment.  It is waking up my enjoyment of speed and giving me confidence at higher speeds. I didn’t even worry about the electric fence this time.

I tried a few different things tonight, as it was my second time out there, and I was more confident in myself, my bike, the territory, and the horses. I wove around closer to them for longer periods, and I rode over the tarps which made a different sound, and I came in at a medium speed and stopped suddenly right next to Rocky several times. I stayed out of arm’s reach but could have porcupined him with a carrot stick. I didn’t look at him though. I was very interested in my handlebars, and I did several torso twists and arm raises. Yep, just a cyclist stopped for stretching break. Then I took off at speed (well, “at speed”) and I could feel him staring after me feeling puzzled.

rompstompBill Dorrance’s book doesn’t mention cycling through the pasture as part of developing feel, but I think it’s working.

During one of those stops, I stayed straddled over the bike and walked four steps forward, then four back, then forward, then back, keeping it rhythmic. Rocky took a step or two to the side at the forward, as it was into his bubble although I was parallel, not facing him. But the rhythm of back and forth relaxed him again and he dropped his head and went back to eating.ball_lucille

On another stop, I dismounted and walked backwards with the bike next to me, to show him that these things can go in reverse, too, and that it’s not permanently grafted to the human. I almost fell ass over teakettle when I bumped into a rubber feed tub (the one Riley keeps dumping their salt lick out of). Rocky had his ears and eyes on me that whole time but not out of anxiety — obviously he knew I was on a direct line to the feed tub and was watching to see me fall over and amuse him. My clumsiness is endearing, indeed.

Maybe I should pitch an article to the Savvy Times about how to amuse your horse, slapstick style.

I finished up by walking the bike around, close to the horses but with my body between it and them. Then I rode it outside the pasture fence, and inside the turn-out next door. The mini-donkeys were more worried about the bike than the horses were, and since they are now kept in the wedge between the back 40 and the back turnout, I figured riding around the turnout would help them too. Meanwhile it would give Rocky a chance to get used to cyclists in the distance. When I finished that, I took the bike into the donkey pen and let them sniff it. One took an exploratory nip and now there’s a small rip in the seat cover, but I don’t think they’ll worry about it anymore. When I wheeled it around in there they followed me like I was the lead pack donkey.

Poppy came back today to do her energy work/communication on a few other horses, so she did a follow-up session with Rocky. I asked her about one of her techniques that looked like some form of acupressure or chiropractic and she said she was working with his reflexes. I’m not finding much about its use in equines through Google or Wikipedia, but I found this description of Natural Reflex Therapy in humans at the Integrative Healing Institute:

Using only the slightest pressure, purposefully applied, the therapist’s fingers and hands read the reaction of your muscles, bones and nerves to soft, kneading motions. Through touch, the therapist receives feedback from your body, and repositions the area affected–arm, leg, hip, shoulder, neck, head—to release spasm, restore normal muscle tone, increase circulation, remove pressure on nerves and allow bones and joints to move freely.

That is pretty much what I saw her do, and the results I see in Rocky. After his session today his facial expression was so relaxed and interested that I had a flash of sorrow for not realizing sooner that he was nearly rigid with pain. She says that it’s cumulative from his experiences in “training” long before I got him. (I don’t want to go into detail about this or the pictures he showed her of what he endured, but we explored it thoroughly last week at the first session; I chose not to blog it because I don’t want to give it any more energy or attention. It’s enough that he’s here, now, with me, and for all my inexperience, my intention and my journey are on the right path. And we’re healing, together, from past trauma.)

He looks more even and has more range of motion tonight, and I am happy and convinced. I ordered the supplements she recommended (rose hips for long-term protection against stones; cell food for short-term treatment of possible enterolith; saw palmetto for prostate health; psyllium for general sand colic prevention; fulvic acid to spray on his feet for 8 days to reduce pain and inflammation) and I’ve slated him for an epsom salt bath on Saturday.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. ~ Arthur C. Clarke, author

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Straight from the horse’s mouth…

Tonight, by way of a professional animal communicator/kinesthesiologist/energy healer, Rocky told me:

He hates being called Princess Sparkles.

He loves me! And he wants me to ride him a lot more than I do. (I said yes, me too, when he’s feeling better.)

He does not see me as his alpha mare. (He sees our landlord/barn owner/instructor Erin Murphy as his alpha mare.)

Inspecting my work

Inspecting my work (click to enlarge)

He loves that I named him Rockstar. (He came to me as Rocky and was so tuned into his name that I didn’t want to change it, but I didn’t want him to “just” be Rocky, either. Jenni thought of the name and I loved it. It felt right.) He wants to “be a rock star for me” and do all kinds of things, from bareback to Western and English pleasure to trail obstacle classes. When his feet feel better or those boots finally get here he’d like to get out on the trails. (Why are the horse people I deal with never in a HURRY? Take the time it takes with your horse but send those boots post haste!)

He told us of some past traumas — injury/accidents, abuse, and neglect, in different places at different times — that I had inferred from various clues but had not confirmed.

He asked if I was buying another horse. I said I had flirted with the idea of buying him a mini, but no. He said nuh-uh that mini would be for me, not for him, to live in my house. But he liked the idea of having a mini. I told him it would too be for him! It would be for US.

He loves that I am, and I quote, “clumsy.” He thinks it is endearing and cute.

Appaloosa on Pedestal, digital, 2009 (click to enlarge)

Appaloosa on Pedestal, digital, 2009 (click to enlarge)

He loves it when I sing to him and when I read to him.

He’s excited that his boots will be glittery green.

He wants to play in the sprinkler. He said he wants me to get on him bareback and we would gallop through the sprinklers. (When he’s feeling better I’ll set up the sprinkler for him and try to catch him on video.) This is especially funny because he told an animal communicator when we were in L.A. that he wanted a sprinkler! This was right after new neighbors moved in and installed sprinklers on their arena fence.

Trailering: He prefers a slant load, gooseneck, three-horse trailer. He likes to be in the biggest slot and is fine being at the end (the last one in, first one out). He prefers to travel with friends rather than alone. He is not afraid of trailering.

He is in a lot of pain from various cumulative body issues: hip, pelvis, vertebra C7, scapula, and ribs. His face, shoulders, and hip bones were lopsided! I could see it after she pointed it out: right eye higher and more forward than the left, left ear more forward than the right… his hips/pelvis has always been lopsided since I got him and I’ve had a chiropractor work on that. After she did some acupressure, stretches, adjustments, and I’m not sure what else but it was effective, he was much more symmetrical and he relaxed. I could see the relief on his face, very clearly. I can see these crookednesses in this picture from last week, even though it’s not a straight-on view, now that I know what to look for (click to enlarge):

Getting trimmed at Liberty

Getting trimmed at Liberty

He says he “needs his fix” and wants to play Parelli with me even in the next 5 days when he’s only supposed to hand-walk and not be ridden. Erin suggested we play Touch-It and do some grazing and he liked that.

He asked if I would promise to keep him for life and I said YES OF COURSE and just as Poppy said “thank you, he’s very relieved at that,” he lowered his head and blew out a huge snort/sigh and blinked.

He told her that I am writing a story about him and he really likes that. I said yes, I blog him, and am writing about 5,000 words a week. He really likes that.

Who cut the head and neck off my horse?

Who cut the head and neck off my horse?

He said he likes the way my hair has been smelling lately and that it is “sexier.” I recently changed shampoos, and this new one is the Trader Joe’s “peppermint, eucalyptis, and tea tree oil” blend. I have been wondering whether to stick with it for a while or change back to the shiny brunette stuff. Obviously now it’s a no-brainer.

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