Finally, a moment to take my friend up on her invitation to see her dressage pony. Prince boarded at a nearby farm in which grand prix jumpers resided. I couldn’t wait.
Not having met Prince in person yet, I was happy to meet his acquaintance as his mom went about readying him for her lesson. Several weeks before, the strikingly handsome lad had shared with me some tidbits of information that had stunned and amazed his mom. As he now stood in the crossties, he silently told me his teeth were sharp. Slipping my fingers into his mouth I was met with some rather sharp edges, so I added it to his ever increasing “list” of things to address.
As I watched Prince prance through his paces, my eyes caught sight of a large grey horse being jumped in the middle of the arena. As the rider approached the fence, the horse would throw itself to the other side, landing and scooting away as fast as possible. Having ridden jumpers most of my life, I stopped to focus on the ride. A friend of Prince’s mom came to stand next to me and casually asked ” Do you know what’s wrong with that horse?” Without missing a beat, I answered ” SHE hurts, it’s her ovaries.” The woman, mouth agape turns to me and said “How do you KNOW that?!” I took a minute. How did I know that? I hadn’t even known this was a mare. She went on to tell me that the owner had tried EVERYTHING to help this horse. That the mare had such bad hormonal problems and were at a loss of what to do next. I knew I had to help her.
Once the owner was off her horse and properly introduced to me and my work, I went about reading other horses in the barn. However, I really felt the need to work on this mare. Her name was Saba. As I tapped into her, I immediately picked up the pain she had in her ovaries, specifically the left. Her owner confirmed that this one was worse than the other. I quickly went about identifying and releasing any trapped emotions she had caught in her body. It was no surprise that all resided in her ovaries. However all had been caught 3 years prior. As I continued my communication with Saba she exuded sadness. It just poured out of her. I was drained. I asked why she was so sad. She told me she lost a baby. I turned to her owner and said ” Saba said she lost a baby.” The owners face turned pale. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. I looked from person to person for a clue to what was going on. Her owner spoke up. “She had an embryo transfer.”(This is when a horse is bred and the embryo is removed and placed in another mare to carry.)
Saba spoke to me again. She didn’t know the baby was gone and held on for over two years thinking she’d have it. When she didn’t give birth she became heartbroken. Her owner quickly showed me pictures of her beautiful, healthy baby, now three years old. I went about explaining to Saba that her baby was alive and well and that one day she’d have a foal of her own to raise. The emotions she trapped over the heart break had resided in her ovaries thus causing hormonal problems and pain. I hoped by releasing these trapped emotions, that I would help Saba’s overall hormonal problems.
Two years later, the owner is trying to abide by Saba’s wishes and allow her to become a mom and raise a foal on her own.