Have you ever had the feeling that something just wasn’t right for you? A job, a prospective mate, a certain food perhaps? You couldn’t put your finger on it , but some part of you just knew? Some call that a “gut reaction,” and, in fact, the 3rd chakra, right over the gut, IS proclaimed to be the energy center of our will and drive, our inner knowing. (Personally, I like to check things out through my heart chakra, but I admit that the will is what makes things happen — or keeps things from happening, so if I have an uneasy feeling in my gut, you can bet I listen to it.)
Bella, as you all know by now, is my dream horse and one of the smartest equines I have ever met in that native-sense kind of way. She IS a Mustang, and was captured from the wild, which I myself think is part of the reason. She’s just tuned a little differently than any of the other horses I have ever had personally or otherwise experienced. So she always seems to have a strong gut feeling for what is good for her and what is not (one caviat here: this may not always apply to food, as she has an Earth constitution and Earths LOVE to eat).
Today I brought home a new head piece called a hackamore that I thought looked like something Bella might like to wear when trail-riding. Now that we’re getting back into our riding after my long time-out due to my back problems, I’m thinking about things like this again. And since Bella abhors bits, I usually ride her in what’s called a “bitless bridle.” She and I both love this contraption, but it doesn’t give the rider a lot of control, and since she weighs about 1400 lbs. and is about 16 hands tall, control can sometimes be important, especially when out and about with friends on the trail.
What is all this leading to? Well, when I put the reins around her neck and offered her a smell of the new head gear, she let me know in no uncertain terms that she was having nothing to do with it until I removed the sheepskin padding from the nose band. This was something off a dead animal I was about to slip on her head and she was having none of it! Naturally I instantly obliged and removed the offensive item and we went ahead and tried on the hackamore, even though she still wasn’t very excited about it. And, no surprise, it did not fit her huge head so will be returned to the person from whence it came immediately.
The moral here: always trust your gut instinct . . . and your nose! (And your Mustang, if you have one.)
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