Grounded by Unguis: Somatic Recovering with Horses on the Farm
The farm wakes up slow-moving. The geldings blink away sleep as the sun removes the hedge, a red hen scrapes at the crushed rock by the gateway, and breath ghosts in soft white smokes as the first great air of the early morning meets warm muzzles. I like to begin my sessions at this hour due to the fact that the entire place steps at the pace a nerves can trust. By the time a participant shows up, the horses have examined each other, discovered their morning hay, and resolv