My friend loved her horse “Kaz” deeply, but she was nearing the end of her rope. A powerful German Oldenberg, he would not jump and spooked at the slightest provocation to the point where she was afraid to ride him out of the ring. The trainer and veterinarian could find no explanation and she went through all the standard avenues to get to the source of the problem, including having his feet and saddle fit evaluated. Nothing turned up. So, she blamed herself. When I sca

I wanted more. I needed to know if this was a fluke or if I could actually conduct an ongoing conversation with this horse Emilion, so I went back to the barn, plunked myself on a rock outside his stall, tried to meditate a bit and waited to see what would happen next. Well, that turned out to be a seemingly endless duet of yawning with Emilion: first him, then me, and so on, although my yawns were mixed in with a couple of burps. Good thing the other humans were occupied f

I seemed to have some sort of special bond with Emilion. His human mom Christine is the owner/trainer of River Run Farm, a wonderful hunter-jumper barn in Brewster NY where I did some photopuncture and light therapy work on her horses. When no one could get Emilion to come in from the field, she would send me out with a carrot, at which point he simply followed me back into the barn. My ego got a huge kick out of this and for the moment, I enjoyed pretending I was a horse

How did this journey begin? Well, let's just say that "spiritual" is not the word I'd use to describe my first animal communication experience. The knees of my jeans were soaked with horse pee. Denali was his name and, like the tallest mountain in North America, this horse was a challenge, at least for a soft touch like me. He hated being tethered so I worked on his injuries in his stall, crawling after him through the urine soaked flake that doubled as his bed and his toil