Student
Stories

The Kids From Hill Middle School
The group was encouraged to become very
quiet and invite the horses back in. By picturing an energy
field of color around the horses and then by energetically
pulling the colored air surrounding the horses back towards
our group, we might communicate our message of welcome to
the horses. Additionally, I suggested that instead of having
an agenda to pet the horses we might quietly say “wouldn’t
it be nice if those horses came over to visit us.’ Within
minutes all three horses come back from the field and stood
in front of the group. One by one they dropped their giant
heads over the fence and allowed themselves to be gently stroked.
As we groomed the horses I asked the teens to
think about how they could take care of themselves in the
same way they were caring for the horses. Although most had
never been near a horse, I noticed how natural they all seemed
to be around the horses. I spoke to a good friend about this
and she suggested perhaps the old Vaquero blood is still very
much alive in their Latino bodies. It certainly seemed that
way to me.
My favorite photo from the day is of a young
14-year-old boy whose parents are in jail for gang related
crimes. Jessie confessed earlier in the day that he thought
horses were stupid and mean. In the photo taken right before
the end of class, he has both arms wrapped around my horse
Sage’s neck. The smile on his face puts one in my heart
every time I look at the picture.
We all took a hayride at the end of the day,
courtesy of the ranch owner, Gary Thornton. Gary stood next
to the metal tractor seat shifting the gears, letting all
who wished take a turn at the wheel. The kids navigated the
big green tractor across a field of gold stopping once only
so everyone could pile out and pet Feline, Gary’s favorite
dairy cow.
The following two stories are from the Horse
Sense for Teens™ public programs. These coaching sessions
describe two teen participants making declarations that centered
on creating different choices to reoccurring and unsatisfying
situations in their lives..
Sage, Angel, Shiloh, Toyota and Guinness are
waiting at the gate as they do so many mornings…although
the grass is in and they are entitled to every luscious mouthful
they can harvest in the 35 acre field below, the ‘Fab
Five’ as I call them always seem to know when they are
needed to go to work, and they stand ever patient for their
cue.
Today six teenage boys and girls arrive to take
part to challenge themselves to explore in new ways of creating
self-awareness and leadership skills. I begin the morning
with a leadership exercise. Each student chooses a horse they
wish to partner with. They will stand next to their horse
partner and make a declarative statement of the changes they
are calling into their lives.
A thirteen-year-old freckled face beauty named
Carly selects a beautiful sorrel mustang named Sage, and volunteers
to go first. I ask Carly what improvements she’d like
to make in her life. Without hesitation she states that quite
often she feels overlooked and taken for granted by friends.
Carly often experiences overwhelming self-doubt, although
she is obviously very bright and a good student in school.
As the rest of the group watches from the sidelines, I instruct
Carly to lead Sage into the center of the arena. I then ask
her to state out loud a declaration that addresses the issues
she wants to change. In a soft, timid voice she begins to
speak. Sage, who is standing quietly at her right side, suddenly
walks directly in front of Carly and stops. Carly keeps right
on talking, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened.
When she finished speaking I asked her to comment
on Sage’s behavior. She thought for a moment before
answering. “She walked in front of me like I wasn’t
ever there.” she blurted out. “That’s just
how I feel with my friends when I’m talking and they
interrupt me, or change the subject and completely overlook
what I’m saying,” she continued. “That’s
a great observation,” I said. ” Let me ask you
something Carly, what did you do when Sage walked in front
of you?” She thought for a moment and then replied,
“Nothing.”
“Carly,” I said softly, “Consider
that Sage is trying to help you by showing you the need to
take responsibility for how you allow yourself to be treated.
Sage is picking up your body language and energy and responding
to it, that’s all. We’ve all heard the old saying,
“actions speak louder than words.” We teach others
how to treat us in our relationships, not only by what we
say, but also by what we do. If someone treats you in a way
that you don’t like, and you do nothing about it, how
does that person know that it’s not okay to continue
behaving that way? Can you help Sage learn how to treat you
better by correcting her behavior and making your declaration
again?” I asked. “Remember to feel your commitment
to yourself, and to your intention as you speak. “ Carly
repeats the exercise with renewed self-awareness, clear eyes,
and a voice that is both strong and steadfast. This time Sage
stands stone still at Carly’s side. Carly’s beautiful
freckled face is beaming with pride.
Sage has performed this particular exercise
on many occasions for this exercise and I have never seen
her do what she did with Carly. If I sound surprised, let
me assure you I am not. I learned a long time ago that horses
are mirrors to our energy systems. They are incredibly honest
and always in complete integrity in how they behave and feel.
Horses will always tell the whole story about what we really
think or feel because they are masters at reading our body
language. When Carly declared her intentions the first time,
her eyes were fixed on the dirt floor; her shoulders drooped
down and forward her voice barley audible. Her words were
pleading, “see me” while her body language screamed
“ignore me.” When Carly’s energy was in
alignment with her request, Sage cooperated. With Sage’s
help Carly got to see first hand what she was creating in
all her relationships and more importantly what she had the
power to change.
Bill also has a big life lesson in store for
him this morning. I ask Bill to choose a horse. He selects
a big bay thoroughbred horse named Shiloh.
Bill is 18 years old, and works as a manager
at a fast food restaurant. He is much younger than many of
those he supervises. Although he tries to enforce the work
rules and regulations in a fair way, Bill admits that he has
a hard time standing his ground if challenged. “I really
want to get along with everybody, but I also want to do a
good job for my company,” he said. I ask him to lead
Shiloh out into the arena and make his declaration. The minute
Bill starts to speak, Shiloh begins nibbling on his jacket.
Next Shiloh pushes into Bill’s arm with his nose. Like
Carly, Bill keeps right on talking, occasionally telling Shiloh
to “quit that,” while simultaneously petting him
on the nose. When Bill finished the exercise, he gave the
group some feedback about his experience. “Shiloh wasn’t
listening at all, even when I told him to quit biting me,”
Bill complained. I agreed, and then asked, “ Did you
notice that you gave Shiloh a mixed message by asking him
to stop a bad behavior while at the same time rewarding him
for it?
Shiloh was looking for clear direction from
you. Leadership requires giving a clear command with your
voice and your actions. Since Shiloh never got that from you,
he ignored you and did what he wanted to do.
Is it possible that because you want to be both
liked and respected at work, this same “mixed message”
is getting sent to your employees?” The answer was obvious…
it was all over Bill’s astonished face.
Unlike the horse, what humans say and then do
is often unconscious, inauthentic, and out of integrity. With
horses as a mirror to this inconsistency, we get to see our
distorted reflection very quickly and very clearly, as was
the case with both Carly and Bill. As such we are gifted with
the opportunity to “right” ourselves, and alter
our experiences greatly. I truly love these moments with my
students. I often ask myself how I got so lucky to facilitate
these wonderful opportunities for growth.
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