Amoura Tonight: A Horse Directing Her Own Bodywork

charcoal sketch by bev

Amoura
She named herself. It had come in a flash. I’m terrible with names but the one she came with made me cringe. One night I heard her new one and her primary gift. Amoura. Love. I never questioned where it came from. I just knew. It was she who had told me, but it took me a couple of years to recognize that.

Messages
Amoura’s style is no-nonsense. Her messages, I’ve come to learn, are quick, succinct, and without further comment. She had told me shortly after she arrived here that Tal needed his name changed and Kaheka had a little girl entity on him. The messages had come so fast and with such clarity, I did a double take still getting use to animals talking. I couldn’t ignore that I had just heard from her. But that was it, no further information, no idle chitchat.

She leaves it with me to figure out. Her message about Kaheka was interesting because it was during this time when numerous people referred to him as her, including myself. Even his given name I found a little feminine. Kaheka later came to me in a dream and gave me more information. That may be another post sometime.

Amoura walks away from me when I don’t quite understand something. She’s not intending rudeness, she just doesn’t have time for my floundering. Uh! With her head flung high, another time, is her attitude.

Hangin’ Out
Lately she has been hanging out with me more than usual, following me from place to place, not always, and not enough to feel her as a nuisance, but enough to enjoy her. Tonight we had a special interaction just outside the barn. I did some energy work on her with my hands, nothing fancy, no certification, just following the lead of the horse and my hands. Questions and feelings become my awareness…where does she want me to work, where do my hands want to work, and how do they want to move?

Following Her Lead
After some exploration not quite knowing, she started directing the bodywork. Moving herself around so that I was standing near her neck, Amoura stepped her warm body close to me indicating she wanted me to touch her rather than holding my hands at a distance as I frequently do. After a few minutes she curled her neck away from me so that it was beautifully curved and felt wonderful to my hands. This brought back memories of a prior time that I had done enegy work around her neck and shoulder.

Remembering
Amoura had come to me that day showing some lameness. I experimented with the side that seemed to have the problem. As I reached my hands out toward her, I felt buzzing as if my hands had landed on a bee hive, and there was heat. She softly bonked me with her head like Apolinaire does when affirming me and saying “good job, you’re getting it”, and then licked and chewed with satisfaction. After awhile she moved forward so I would do her rear end and tail. (I love working their tails.) I did more work and then she walked 10 feet away and stood and looked back at me. I sensed she wanted me to stay at that distance. I used my hands for awhile from afar, but the motivation to continue subsided which I’ve learned to trust. I sensed I should stand in her presence and she in mine at the distance she had determined for whatever her reason. Quietly we stood. No agenda.

Empathy
I felt a sadness come over me and absentmindedly assumed it was mine. It must have been her impatience that jolted me back to the understanding that it was her sadness that she was sharing with me. She had come to the ranch with her buddy, Dollar. They had been best friends, just the two of them at another ranch, but once here, he had abandoned her for new friends. It made me sad. I knew it was hers. She bonked me again when I got it.

Releasing
Tonight as I stood stroking her neck and remembering, she repositioned herself so I would use my hands from a distance. She yawned and yawned, deeply, indicating a significant release. I was grateful, and matter of fact, so was she.

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