Shelter from the Storm

What a wonderful sight to start the day…I went out to the barn in the pouring rain for morning feeding and there was everybody together in the two dry stalls—all three donkeys, the three sheep, and Pegasus. A cozy manger scene. They all looked out the barn door at me as I sloshed through the muck toward them.

Waking to the sound of rain, I had gotten the message that it would be all right to let Pegasus out today, that the grass hasn’t been infused with its rich spring juice yet because of the late rains. Since the consequences can be painful (see Pegasus and the Ides of March, 3/19/12, for why she can’t go out at this time of year), I crosschecked the message with my pendulum. Message confirmed, I headed to the barn.

I stood by the gate and called to Pegasus, sending her a mental picture of her being out on the acreage. She’s been in the smaller area around the barn for more than a week, so it took a few calls for her to get my message. When she did, she extricated herself from the group in the stall, which took some maneuvering, stepped over Beau, the little Icelandic sheep, who was lying on the stoop, and skirted the muddiest areas to reach me at the gate. She didn’t care that it was raining and went happily out to graze.

It warms my heart at how tuned in we are to each other. She had become resigned to being kept in the barn pasture and would wait in the barn for her morning mash while I let everybody else out onto the land. Today we were both excited at this unexpected reprieve.

The rest of the group didn’t budge from the dry barn, waiting for their morning hay and whatever other treats I might happen to produce for them. Later they all joined Pegasus. Eventually, the donkeys went their own way. The sheep stayed close to their beloved horse, though, happy to have her back with them, and the four are at this very moment roaming the land together.

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Healing Circle

I woke up thinking about Jean Shinoda’s Bolen’s “Gather the Women” circles, with the phenomenon of the millionth circle (a metaphor for critical mass) tipping the world into higher consciousness, like the hundredth monkey tipping the monkeys into a species-wide knowing. If only enough of us circle…

I thought of the sacred circle of stumps outside my house and went to take a picture of it.

circle of tree stumps

Healing Circle

As I did, I realized how sad and appropriate the circle of stumps was in relation to Jean. Her latest book is Like a Tree: How Trees, Women, and Tree People Can Save the Planet. The book moved me to tears, especially her story of the city-mandated felling of a tree in front of her house. When I went to take the picture, I was thinking of a circle of women sitting on the stumps, as we’ve done. But as I looked, I could think only of the trees the stumps once were. I didn’t fell the trees, but it didn’t matter. Some human did. And here were the remains—a tree graveyard.

I thought of how the cats and sometimes the wild turkeys come to sit on these stumps. I often see one or the other there. When I sit on one of the stumps at night and look out at the dark and the stars, a cat often jumps up on one of the other stumps and looks out too. I wonder if the cats and the turkeys are engaged in healing work on the bones of the trees, sending healing to all trees. That’s what I’m going to be doing from now on whenever I perch there.

A circle itself is healing. I set the healing in motion when I arranged the scattered stumps into that shape. The healing has begun…

daffodil and narcissus

Flowers for the fallen, flowers for healing

 

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A Healer Is Born

Yesterday I was about to start a distance healing on an elder cat when my cat Lorca arrived and offered herself as a surrogate.

tuxedo cat in the grass

Lorca

She climbed into my lap and stayed there for the entire hour of healing. She let me keep my hands on her for the Healing Touch for Animals treatments I was doing for the elder cat, and tolerated strange back-and-forth movements of my hands right next to her. This might not be unusual behavior for another cat, but Lorca was formerly wild. She grew up in a drainpipe at the end of my driveway.

For the few healings I’ve done on Lorca herself, I’ve usually had to do hands-off treatment or keep the hands-on segments brief. The back-and-forth hand movements anywhere near her made her nervous and sometimes she simply left the room.  But yesterday was different. She was there to help the elder cat, who seriously needed our help. She lent herself for the job and let me know when it was time to move on to the next hand position or next technique. Lorca also let me know when the session was over—after an hour, she got up from my lap, settled a little ways away from me, and went to sleep. Her healing work was finished.

Until the next client who needs her, that is. I believe I just witnessed the birth of a healer. Thank you, Lorca!

 

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Pegasus and the Ides of March

Today I had to begin the springtime confinement of Pegasus. I left the donkeys in with her for this first day of not being free to roam and they are calling to me right now, asking to be let out. I love the spring with all the flowers and the birdsongs, but my heart shrinks as the Ides of March approach.

pegasus the miniature horse and me

Pegasus and me

For with the Ides of March, Pegasus has to be kept in the smaller paddock area from then until the grasses dry out, usually early June. This year she got a few extra days of freedom because of the late rains. The juice hasn’t coursed into the grass yet. If I couldn’t tell by looking at the still-short grass, I could tell because the sheep haven’t gained weight. When the grass gets rich, they plump out almost overnight.

Pegasus cannot graze the rich spring grass because she has a tendency to founder and the grass can easily send her into an episode. Every year, I watched her carefully for the telltale sign of a beginning of stiffness in her front legs. Then I pulled her off the grass. That was the way I did it until an old-school vet, full of the wisdom of a lifetime of treating animals, said horses like Pegasus have to be pulled off the grass by the Ides of March. So now it’s clearer. Pegasus knows the yearly routine, and keeping her in is a small price to pay for avoiding that painful, dreadful condition.

Along with the Ides of March tip, I’ve learned other secrets for preventing founder/laminitis and treating Cushing’s syndrome, a condition that leaves a horse vulnerable to founder/laminitis. For horses who have this problem, here’s a good protocol:

  • Pull the horse off the spring grass (in northern California, by the Ides of March).
  • All year round, feed low-carbohydrate orchard grass hay. High-carb hay has made Cushing’s a near epidemic among horses and donkeys (like human diabetes from a high-carb diet).
  • Have a farrier experienced in trimming horses who have foundered trim the horse’s hooves regularly (every 8 weeks, or more often as needed—sometimes the toes grow fast with founder).
  • If you give feed pellets, use something like LMF Stage 1 pellets, which are low-carb. Do not give high-carb pellets.
  • For horses with Cushing’s, the herb vitex (Vitex agnus-castus), also called chaste berry, can be very helpful. I credit this as saving Pegasus from having to be on the drug for Cushing’s. Vitex helps balance out hormonal problems in human women. Since the pituitary gland, which regulates the hormonal system, is implicated in Cushing’s, this is why Vitex helps. I give Pegasus (who weighs about 450 pounds) a heaping teaspoon a day, mixed in wet pellets—3 weeks on, 1 week off (it’s important not to overdo the hormonal input). A full-size horse (about 1000 pounds) would need a larger daily dose. Check online for the recommended dosage.
  •  For horses with Cushing’s or those prone to founder/laminitis, give the following herbal formula daily. The animal bodyworker Cindy Schleuss gave me this formula and it helped save Pegasus from her chronic state:

1 part kelp powder
1 part ground licorice
3 parts burdock root
3 parts milk thistle

I buy the first two from the health food store already in powder form. I grind the last two in an herb/coffee grinder. Get organic because founder is now thought to be a condition of toxicity (thus the milk thistle, which supports the liver). Mix all together. For a full-size horse , give two level tablespoons daily. Pegasus is about 450 pounds and she gets one level tablespoon. I mix this and the vitex with the wet LMF pellets. The pellets soak up a lot of water so make sure the mash isn’t too dry. Cindy judges the need for his formula according to the horse’s coat. When the coat becomes shiny and sleek instead of patchy and shaggy (like Cushing horses’ coats often are), she stops giving it, and resumes it as needed. I give it to Pegasus on the three weeks on, one week off schedule of the vitex and have been for a few years now. The combination is keeping her Cushing’s under control. Thank you, Cindy!

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Celebrating Books and Animals

Back again. I was at the Tucson Festival of Books on the University of Arizona campus. I had no idea this book fair was so big. 100,000 people attended over last weekend. I was thrilled at this evidence of people valuing books. And further evidence of the importance of animals in people’s lives. I was one of three on a panel called Animals and Healing. It was held in a lecture hall that seats 300 and the room was nearly full. I wish there had been more time for questions because I would loved to have heard from more of you in the audience. Thanks to Shirley Loose who had the inspiration to create this panel, and to Peggy Holt, our animal-loving moderator.

sparrow the tabby cat

Sparrow

Also thanks, as usual, to all the members of my animal council who showed up to help me deliver their message.

mother and child donkeys

Sylphide and Ulysses (photo: Regina Kretschmer)

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Gods Among Us

deer under cedar tree
Angel in the cedars

The Gods Walk Among Us

The gods walk among us
in a leaf
blade of grass
thistle and briar
in a pig snuffling in the forest
a snake coiling
vulture circling
cow lowing for her child
in a breeze lifting fur and feather
a stream bathing waiting stone

The gods walk among us
Soft whispers heard in the night—
the whispers of their passage
through hearts open to greet them

—Stephanie Marohn

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Images of Peace

the two ewes Chloe and Fleur-de-Lys

Chloe and Fleur-de-Lys

It warms my heart to see Chloe and Fleur-de-Lys together. Fleur looks up to her new sister and relies on her completely. The immediate trust Fleur clearly had for Chloe was a wonder to behold. The way they are in this picture is the way I most often see them out in the field—Fleur close by Chloe in everything she does.

In these tumultuous times, we need images of peace like this. May you find an image of peace somewhere in each of your days. Write and let me know what image comes to you. We could all use more peace!

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Infanticizing

A couple of weeks ago, I was being interviewed on a radio show and I talked about how people “infanticize” animals. I knew something was wrong with the word when I spoke it, but it wasn’t until after the show that I realized what. What I meant to say was “infantilize.” On reflection, though, I realized my made-up word actually says better what’s going on.

When we treat animals like eternal babies, we kill their spirits in a way. We don’t allow them to be the full beings they are. By talking to them in baby talk, dressing them in silly clothes, or otherwise infanticizing them, we keep them in a crippled state. If you’ve ever observed the difference between a puppy and an elder dog, you see how animals, like us, come into wisdom and dignity as they age. Puppies, like children, do silly things in the

Chloe the sheep

Queen Chloe

exuberance of youth. The role of the adults in the pack is to teach the puppies as they grow how to stay safe and to behave responsibly toward the other members of the pack.  I’ve experienced firsthand the wisdom of the elders in numerous species—sheep, donkeys, goats, deer, horses, birds, cats, dogs, and humans, to name a few—and I believe the same wisdom exists in the elders of every species.

Some human parents in history have tried to keep their children young into adulthood. Society openly condemns such parenting, viewing it as a psychological aberration. Nearly all of us would deplore an adult human doing this. So let’s let our animals grow up too.

Do we infanticize animals because we prefer that baby-like dependence? Or because babies never leave us? Or because we have trouble letting others be who they are rather than who we want them to be? Whatever the reason for infanticizing an animal, it blocks the richness and depth of relationship we could be having. So respect the dignity of the animal living with you and honor that animal’s wisdom.

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Labyrinth

Yesterday I went out to the Sonoma coast to return some stones, feathers, and seashells to the wild. Like the hawk leg I told of burying (see Bless the Birds, February 2, 2012), these were among the items on the shelves of sacreds belonging to my friend who died last year.

It came to me to take the stones and feathers to the labyrinth at Shell Beach. This is a natural labyrinth somebody formed in the grasses on the bluff above the Pacific there years ago, and the many people who come to walk it and leave offerings have kept its circling pathways clear ever since. The labyrinth is a memorial as well as a place for prayer and contemplation. Many of the offerings on the center altar and on the mounds between the pathways are for those who have passed on, and I’m sure many people have walked it in grief. There is a comfort in tracing the path with wild nature all around—vast open sky, boundless ocean, cold wind or gentle breeze, depending on the time of year. The altar at the center of the labyrinth arose naturally as people left their prayer offerings or gifts to departed ones—coins, marbles, tiny dolls, a little treasure chest, photos, cards, carvings, stones, and shells.

I laid the many rocks in my basket on the altar and mounds, thinking of my friend as I placed each one. Next, the feathers. As I was poking each one into the ground, a crow came to sit on a nearby fencepost. Huge and jet black, he may even have been a raven. The message crow carries is often a reminder to let go of the past. In this case, I believe the crow was there to honor my friend and the return of the bird sacreds. The crow stayed the entire time I placed the feathers, which took quite awhile. There were so many feathers from birds of all kinds—peacock, turkey, crow, hawk, seabird, and many I didn’t know. When I was finished, the crow flew away.

Feathers and stones returned, I headed down the trail that runs atop the bluffs, one of my favorite walks. I went to where I usually go to return seashells that have arrived into my life, a remote beach that has no easy access. I like to give the shells time to enjoy their natural habitat again before another human picks them up. Down on the beach, I climbed a craggy rock jutting out of the churning water. I thought briefly of the sleeper waves that pluck people off the rocks and beaches of the Sonoma coast and I watched the waves crashing against my rock. They were far enough below me that I didn’t get wet, but close enough to grab me if one turned out to be a sleeper wave. I thought it best to hurry the ritual of return. A movement drew my eye to the right. There was a crow, perched atop the craggy rock next to mine. Was it the same bird? Again, the crow stayed the whole time I threw the shells as far as I could out over the water. I was warmed by watching the return of the shells to their beloved element.

The crow and I left together.

 

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Andrew Harvey review of What the Animals Taught Me

Many, many thanks to Andrew Harvey for his wonderful review of my latest book, What the Animals Taught Me. Click here for his review. Check out his beautiful website too. Andrew is one of the heroes of our time, utterly dedicated to spreading the spirit of Sacred Activism on behalf of our suffering planet.

Please excuse my blogging absence of late. Hmm, what’s my excuse? I’ll go with focusing on a workshop I hosted here at the sanctuary on Friday. It was part of the inspiring Ecotherapy program in the Consciousness and Transformative Studies department at JFK University. The day was devoted to Healing the Human-Nonhuman Relationship. I told the animals what was happening on this day and invited anyone who wanted to be part of it to show up. Pegasus and the three donkeys were nowhere to be seen for the first half of the day, including my three-hour presentation, which, of course, featured photos of them. Just as I came to the end, with their usual amazing timing, the donkeys arrived, braying their readiness to meet everyone. Pegasus was with them too, although she showed no interest in the eleven special people who had convened for this day. They need not take it personally. Pegasus is keeping her own counsel these days. We will see if she returns to her old ways once we arrive at our permanent home (many prayers for that dream farm) and we can call in a horse companion for her. I’m sure the right one will arrive, but we can’t begin calling him until we have a better setup for the animals.

Regarding the manifestation of that new home, I got a message, loud and clear, over the weekend: Be patient.

Sparrow the Wise Tabby Cat
Sparrow the wise waiting patiently in the wisteria

 

 

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