Blue Rider Messenger Volume #17 | Issue #1 | Year-End Report Issue | Spring 2018 (413) 528-5299 • • [email protected] Year End Report 2017
Total Page:16
File Type:pdf, Size:1020Kb
Blue Rider Messenger Volume #17 | Issue #1 | Year-End Report Issue | Spring 2018 (413) 528-5299 • www.bluerider.org • [email protected] Year End Report 2017 Thank you for your continued interest in and support of Blue Rider Stables. As you know, we offer mindful connections through the equine experience. Our sessions are designed for children and adults of all ages and skill levels to help facilitate growth, learning and healing. Without With an open heart, we invite you to step into you, our community and donors, we could that tiny barn and join us for one winter’s day not exist even one day doing what we are in the life of Blue Rider Stables. Experience how passionate about here in our tiny blue barn our small staff and herd of equines work tirelessly in the Berkshires. “behind the scenes”, as well as hear from our treasured clients whom we share our day and our passion. Enjoy the day! “I arrive around 8am before everyone else, to start cleaning up after the horses and donkeys have had the night to do as they please. While some might think that filling a wheelbarrow with equine excrements is not a good way to start the day, I find it very centering to work among my furry friends. Before feeding, medications, and lessons take over their morning, I get to share their down time. Some mornings all the creatures are inside and I have to politely ask them to move so I can do my work, other mornings they are in the pasture or in the ring but a few will wander in to check up on what I am doing. I always enjoy being at the stables and doing what I can to help out, but the time I am there alone with the animals is the most special to me.” -EH, staff . Welcome to a day at Blue Rider! “As soon as I walk through the barn door I am met with 17 sets of eyes “ ” and a few nickers — the sound of a typical day beginning. I say good morning as I walk through the herd on my way to the hayshed; a few furry friends are following closely behind me. As I go out the back gate, I always make sure to latch it behind me. I have limited time to complete the morning chores which leaves me no extra time for chasing an escaped Ramona down the driveway and around the neighbors property (this has happened multiple times in the past and will most likely again in the future). First thing I do is feed the horses who are on special diets. How much they get is determined by their weight, age, health, and weather. I start with the two horses who struggle to keep weight on and need the most time to eat. (Think about eating a salad with flat worn down teeth, teeth with extra sharp edges, teeth that don’t align correctly, or missing teeth. Doesn’t sound too easy, does it?) These two horses eat chopped up hay which comes in a bag. The smaller the piece, the less they have to struggle to chew. It doesn’t work for them as well as we hoped and another source of food will be given to them after all of the other horses get breakfast. Ramona is always waiting in the box for me. I put the tub of hay in the box with her, put Romeo in, and close the door. Next it’s time for two who don’t need as much food. I put them in a box together with a flake of hay in a haynet for them to share. In the third box I’ll choose a horse who either needs a little extra food or a horse who may need some quiet time. (Quiet time is reserved for a horse who might, for example, get chased around more than others during meal times or a horse who seems more agitated than others.) Now it’s time to feed the other twelve equines! I put four haynets into feeders and flakes of hay into various feeders around the premises. This may sound like a simple task but there are many days where the horses act like they are starving and run around chasing other horses to be sure they get the hay first. Remember, we are often in the middle of this chaos. Some days are easier than others and I try to not let the added 10lbs of winter clothes slow me down. Now that everyone has been fed hay, I start my second round of the morning. Breakfast part two for Ramona and Romeo, medications, and special attention for anyone who needs it… and I’m off to finish the rest of my morning chores…” -RT, staff We have 3 to 5 lessons in the morning, ranging from one-on-one clients to jointly taught lessons of 3 or 4 clients. While these lessons are in progress, the herd of horses is out grazing, eating hay, sleeping, or walking into the lesson to see what’s going on. They are ever present as a herd, and we are teaching with and around them. “When we get to Blue Rider, it’s geting out of the car and taking a deep breath of the fresh horsey air.... Then we knock on the barn door, and wait for our invitation to come in. The view into the barn as the door opens is always beautiful - lots of gorgeous horses and helpers waiting to greet us. Four equines are ready and waiting to work with these four ladies. As each of the ladies gets on her equine, life forces are awakened. The ladies sit taller, are more present, breathe, and become riders. Walking on, changing rein, going through cones, and then exercises. The morning stretches while sitting on their equines is something everyone should see and do! The riding lesson always finishes up with trotting, which one of my ladies refers to as dancing on her horse. Watching her, I must agree! After dismounting, the job of the riders is not over - They have to pat and praise their equine for a job well done, and put their tack away. Then back to the barn door, and out with a thank you and see you next week. The instructors and helpers see the ladies to the car and each gets a personal goodbye with hugs and high fives. Now the ride begins back home. I hear breathing and excited happy words. ‘Did you see me? I like riding! I love Willie Wonka!” The steps are clearer, the voices brighter, and the cheeks rosy!... I see many behavior changes in all my ladies that ride; especially their self esteem and how proud they are … (they) feel less stressed and more focused as we leave the barn. I think they stand straighter each week and that we each leave the barn with a little more knowledge on how to take care of each other, animals, and our bodies.” -JB, residential caregiver “My time upon a horse is life saving” (I am speaking from my heart as I write). “As soon as I begin my walk into the stable I feel comfort. I know my riding teacher will observe how I move and the energy I enter with. She will see beyond the smile which is so okay as Blue Rider is my safe place, a space where humans, equines and the donkeys know me and accept me – wherever I am at in the moment. The intuitive nature of horses is my truest way out of the quagmire of pain as they instinctively know what I need to come back to center. Nervous about how my energy will hit the horse that has chosen to work with me is the typical way I enter Blue Rider. Walking up the stairs I am anxious about my ability to even swing a leg over this sensitive animal. Yet, without seeming to, my instructor will calmly and deliberately remain matter of fact thus enabling me to *just be me*. Being met wherever I am at is the beginning. I then sit, breath, oh yes take a breath, and begin. My trusted equine walks me around, communicating to me and to the other person, what I need. Slowly my muscles relax, my anxiety goes with no effort on my part, just a willingness; no a yearning - to be free, free of the illness that so often has a grip of iron on me... You see my life of a Mom of 3 young adults who were traumatized in their youth is a burden that, to this day, can bring me to my knees. Day to day is a challenge. I live with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as my ever constant companion. This can look like startling at a leaf drifting to the welcoming ground, heart pounding from vivid nightmares and an icy sweat of fear that the call of death became too strong for my precious ones to ignore... Anxiety can make my vision blur and thoughts to scatter like a hive of bees knocked out of their hive. My wanting and willing me out of illness just isn’t enough. Many who don’t have mental illness will say “just get over it”. Oh, if only. This is not only my story. I speak for all who come to this place where we are cherished for our very real humanness. No stigma, no judgments cast on anyone.