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Early on the morning that we were going to pick up the baby
wild horses, my dear friend, Mary Burg, and I sat quietly on our hotel room
beds in Craig, Colorado, and connected with the babies through the ethers as we
had done several times before.
We reassured them that this would be a safe passage; that we
meant no harm. Through our imaginations, we walked through all of
the steps we would be taking with them : we would arrive in our big truck and trailer;
they would be separated from their moms; they would be leaving their moms and the
other baby horses, the family band that they knew, and they would get in the
trailer and come home with us. We told
them that we would love them unconditionally and take excellent care of them.
Knowing that horses are highly sensitive to scents, We
sprayed ourselves and the inside of the trailer with the essences Adaptation,
Separation & Travel, and Balancing Oil, formulated and purchased from wild
horse expert, Mary Ann Simonds, with whom I had been mentoring. I am convinced that these essences have had a
huge impact on the babies’ transition from the wilds to the domesticated life
they will live at our ranch, and I am eternally grateful to Mary Ann for sharing
her wisdom and expertise.
The three of us worked as a team moving and separating the
babies from the mares, and putting them in a corral right next to the mares so that
they could say their good-byes.
Then we gently and slowly pushed the babies toward the chute
that led to my trailer. We were able to
separate all but one white colt from the two colts we would be bringing home.
To our surprise, those three colts jumped right into the
trailer on their own! I am convinced the
essences had everything to do with creating a safe space in the trailer. Donald got in the trailer with the babies,
trying to find a moment to sort out the white colt, and just before we decided
to push them all back out and start again, I encouraged everyone to imagine that the white colt would
jump out on his own, which he did! The
power of intention!
After expressing our gratitude, we slowly drove
away to the sound of soft pawing in the trailer, and the distressed calls of the mares. I was overwhelmed with so many feelings: the sadness of the mares for the loss of their babies and the joy of the privilege to live with them; the fact that if I hadn't adopted these babies, they would have
gone to the holding pens, potentially for the rest of their lives. The current 49,000 unwanted
wild horses standing in holding pens across the United States, with no easy solutions to the complex dilemma
of how to best manage them and the range that they depend on for their
existence.
May Inanna and Hidalgo be the mascots for my commitment to tell the story our wild horses in such a way that inspires an awakening to creative problem solving, collaboration, and contribution towards conscious care and management for these sensitive, powerful creatures.
With love and gratitude,
Deborah Inanna
