I’m back from my final retreat in BC where I completed my Equine Guided Leadership certificate.
This year long course was one of the hardest programs I’ve ever gone through… not because the material was hard.
The concepts are actually quite easy to understand, but as a human being can be really hard to implement.
The horses hold all the truth you’ll ever want to know. They are the perfect catalyst for transformation.
They don’t coddle.
They just are 100% truth.
They ask you to step up, and you can either choose to or not. (And they hold such a loving and gentle space as you do)
During this year I spent time with both the herd in BC and with my own herd at home.
And honestly once I learned to open this space of knowledge, I’ve been talking to different horses all along the way…. literally and figuratively lol
Have you ever heard the saying:
“The truth will set you free… but first it’ll piss you off”
?
I had two goals this year:
Learn how to understand the horses and how to use them as a catalyst for transformation.
And learn how to step into my own leadership so I could use this work in my own life.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
But I trusted.
The horses helped me breakthrough a lot of my fears.
They opened doors where I didn’t know there were doors to be opened.
They helped me push through a lot of my resistance.
They helped me heal things I didn’t know existed.
Along side of my healing work I’ve been doing a lot of research about my ancestors.
I got my DNA done and the DNA of a lot of my close family.
I’ve started creating an extensive family tree and researching back to a lot of my ancestors stories.
And more than once my healing work and my ancestral work has overlapped.
The more I find out about my ancestors the deeper healing I can do.
Last night was no exception.
During my meditation my great great grandmother came to me and shared part of her story.
And together we healed. Years and years of trauma.
My own grandmother has always compared me to her grandmother and it’s always been a huge compliment.
She was such a strong woman to go through what she did.
And a few years ago, as we published the Paynton History Book, we asked for family stories to be submitted.
The story my grandmother wrote about her grandmother was called “The Little Filly That Couldn’t Be Broke” speaking of her time at the Frog Lake Rebellion.
And as I sit here with my computer open trying desperately to write my own story… it couldn’t be more perfect.
Even as the world tries to tame our words and actions…
Our spirits can never be broken.
We are just a couple filly’s that couldn’t be broken. ?