The second lesson from Eason wasn't a new lesson at all, but a confirmation of what I had done for years. Thanks to Wendee Walker I had a name for it: Reiki energy.
We were in the round pen, and she was anxious. The gardeners were pruning the bushes and dumping the prunings on a long-bed open trailer. To make more room for new prunings, they were climbing on the trailer and bounding up and down, half hidden by bushes, but loud and flashy. Eason was concerned and had left her scent exploration tarp to stare fixedly in the direction of the half-hidden trailer. I stood at the far end of the round pen and consciously breathed deeply into the depths of my center. I imagined that breath as calming energy, centered like a ball within me, growing and growing. As I breathed out, I imagined my light-filled energy surrounding Eason and calming her.
And Eason took a breath, walked back to stand beside me for a moment, and then went to the tarp and started exploring.
I've never been known as a patient person. My daughter's father always said, "Patience is not in the Irish dictionary." But I've always been patient with horses, and that patience has paid off. I watch. I listen. And I breathe. Horses like that. Before I learned about Reiki, I knew that my energy could sometimes calm horses, could help them relieve tension, but I didn't know how it was happening, or why. Now I know. Thank you, Wendee!





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