<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:35:48.567-07:00</updated><category term='Upcoming Events'/><category term='Spaces of Unknown'/><title type='text'>mother creek haven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-2975592277851547534</id><published>2011-05-06T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T07:45:00.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horse Circle for Women in Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BISzHxPCoyc/TcQH5BODRCI/AAAAAAAAADk/vujQIpLqlZ0/s1600/Nora%2B%2526%2BLucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603612512517047330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BISzHxPCoyc/TcQH5BODRCI/AAAAAAAAADk/vujQIpLqlZ0/s400/Nora%2B%2526%2BLucy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother Creek Horse Coaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horse Circle&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;Women in Recovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sunday, May 29&lt;br /&gt;6:00 – 7:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Powder Springs, GA&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic: “Celebrate Self-Care”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It’s easy to fall out of balance, trying to juggle the demands of the world around us with our personal needs. The focus this month is on coming back to center through the act of self-nurturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Includes …&lt;br /&gt;• A sharing circle&lt;br /&gt;• Experiential time with the horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horse Circle is offered by Nora &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Morbeck&lt;/span&gt;, Equine Guided Educator &amp;amp; Life Coach. It’s specifically for women who are committed to an addiction recovery program. The circle is intended to act as a compliment to AA/NA meetings and/or therapy, providing an additional and meaningful way to explore the path to well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** NOTE: All work with the horses is done on the ground. No horse experience is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information or to register for this program, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;contact Nora &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Morbeck&lt;/span&gt; e-mail mothercreekhorse@gmail.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-2975592277851547534?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/2975592277851547534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=2975592277851547534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/2975592277851547534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/2975592277851547534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2011/05/horse-circle-for-women-in-recovery.html' title='The Horse Circle for Women in Recovery'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BISzHxPCoyc/TcQH5BODRCI/AAAAAAAAADk/vujQIpLqlZ0/s72-c/Nora%2B%2526%2BLucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-8274117896893884531</id><published>2011-04-22T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:18:19.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitation of the Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598457903341339522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgV6l6Seg9c/TbG3zRqjg4I/AAAAAAAAADc/Z9tXrnNCn-4/s400/winged%2Bmuse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Visitation of the Muse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muse made her presence known&lt;br /&gt;at a little hour of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;2:32 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lightning flash of rapid fire inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;She shot at me random strands of poetry …&lt;br /&gt;She sparked vivid images of beaded art&lt;br /&gt;and profoundly shaped figures in clay…&lt;br /&gt;She frantically chanted fragments of the opening lines&lt;br /&gt;of a novel that I have yet to birth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there, in the groggy fog&lt;br /&gt;of the morning’s little hour,&lt;br /&gt;I rolled the pillow over my head&lt;br /&gt;and told the Muse to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora Place Morbeck&lt;br /&gt;April 22, 2011 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-8274117896893884531?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8274117896893884531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=8274117896893884531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/8274117896893884531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/8274117896893884531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2011/04/visitation-of-muse.html' title='Visitation of the Muse'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgV6l6Seg9c/TbG3zRqjg4I/AAAAAAAAADc/Z9tXrnNCn-4/s72-c/winged%2Bmuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-6507397501650672790</id><published>2011-01-30T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:20:37.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalled -- Insights from a Self-Coaching Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/TUXcRtK_G0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/on3EJwYSN3o/s1600/P1010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568098711055047490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/TUXcRtK_G0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/on3EJwYSN3o/s400/P1010141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;George ~ outside on a sunny day, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stalled &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spend a good part of each day with horses. Blended with barn chores are moments of opportunity to observe, reflect, learn and grow ~ those blessed self-coaching experiences that re-shape my understanding and perspective. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George is a young Quarter Horse stallion, and like many stallions, he lives a life of confinement. He doesn’t have a pasture to share with a harem of mares, so he lives his life in a stall with only brief excursions into a larger environment. It’s a lonely existence, and my heart aches for this horse, who is not mine and over whom I have little decision-making ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him out of his stall as weather and timing permit, and in the past his usual response has been a burst of enthusiasm. He runs in circles, bucks, and leaps into the air with the sheer exuberance of release. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, though, presented a far different scenario. I opened George’s stall door, and he simply stood and looked at me, unwilling to leave the confines of his stall. Perplexed, I called to him ~ then tapped on the side of his stall ~ then offered him feed pellets ~ then waited patiently for him to make a decision to come out. All to no avail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment of puzzlement, it dawned on me that I’d stepped into a coaching moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt;, I reflected, &lt;em&gt;is my “stall” and what reasons do I have for being so unwilling to leave it? What is the invisible barrier that I refuse to cross? How does being “stalled” serve me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The stall isn’t, after all, a very roomy or comfortable place, so I hesitate to refer to it as a “comfort zone” ~ more like a “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;comfort zone.” I know every inch of the stall. It's dull and uninspiring and I don’t really want to be stalled in the first place, in any sense of the word. And, of course, there’s a much bigger space just waiting for my emergence. So, what’s keeping me confined and how do I get out? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first answer is usually the clearest, and my first heart response was this: What keeps me stalled is self-limiting beliefs, perpetuated by the little voice of self doubt whispering in the back of my head. External limits and expectations ~ those I allow to be placed on me by others ~ serve to give the self-doubt a louder voice, which blocks me and keeps me from stepping into something bigger and better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Truth is that the stall door is open. The barrier is an illusion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I slipped a halter over George’s head and walked a few steps out of the stall. He dug in his feet and refused to budge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times do I dig in my heels to my own detriment? I resist the pull into a different set of circumstances. What is the force that could propel me forward? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered George love and understanding and encouragement, acknowledging his fear and resistance. I applied gentle pressure, allowing him to take his time to cross the threshold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realize that I’m not on anyone else’s time schedule. I love, understand and encourage myself. I apply gentle pressure and make choices that feel right for me in my own time. Allow the experience to expand, to unfold and to reveal itself with greater clarity in its own time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George stepped out of his stall and transitioned into an open space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I step out. I transition into whatever open space is next for me... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-6507397501650672790?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/6507397501650672790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=6507397501650672790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/6507397501650672790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/6507397501650672790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2011/01/stalled-insights-from-self-coaching.html' title='Stalled -- Insights from a Self-Coaching Moment'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/TUXcRtK_G0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/on3EJwYSN3o/s72-c/P1010141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-1881882674407480995</id><published>2010-10-28T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T05:37:09.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg with Eva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533073691058988290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/TMltNN-hZQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TVzv4nOT7Kc/s400/with_Eva%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meg with Eva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because she needed&lt;br /&gt;to lose the memories&lt;br /&gt;to make a clean start …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the instinct&lt;br /&gt;to get out of her own way,&lt;br /&gt;to trust Fate&lt;br /&gt;to become something Other …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing was hers&lt;br /&gt;to cling to ~ not really…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the hair and the ponies&lt;br /&gt;and the intensity of the Mom-bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose to fly ~&lt;br /&gt;not away from, but toward.&lt;br /&gt;With the herd gathered&lt;br /&gt;and a child in each hand,&lt;br /&gt;she leapt forward into the Void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she left the hair behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Nora Place Morbeck&lt;br /&gt;10/16/2010 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-1881882674407480995?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/1881882674407480995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=1881882674407480995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/1881882674407480995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/1881882674407480995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2010/10/meg-with-eva.html' title='Meg with Eva'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/TMltNN-hZQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TVzv4nOT7Kc/s72-c/with_Eva%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-721704104376010353</id><published>2010-10-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:26:41.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bonfire of Procrastination:  Apologia for Clutter</title><content type='html'>Where to start?...&lt;br /&gt; and how?...&lt;br /&gt;  and why?...&lt;br /&gt;What is my motivation?&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tidy after the woefully untidy?&lt;br /&gt;To glower in resentment&lt;br /&gt;amongst heaps created&lt;br /&gt;by the oblivious and unconcerned?&lt;br /&gt;To grudgingly un-clutter&lt;br /&gt;what no woman has un-cluttered before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a world of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;What are my options?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could throw a Pity Party for one,&lt;br /&gt;a celebration of sulky procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could, in a fit of dissociation,&lt;br /&gt;deny the very existence &lt;br /&gt;of the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could, better yet, &lt;br /&gt;touch a match to all of it –&lt;br /&gt;howl and dance naked in reckless abandon&lt;br /&gt;like a Pictish blue warrior –&lt;br /&gt;while sparks leap toward the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice the clutter to the&lt;br /&gt;purification of flame!&lt;br /&gt;Make such a fiery end to procrastination&lt;br /&gt;as to be the glorious inspiration&lt;br /&gt;to all other Domestic Goddesses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or …&lt;br /&gt; I could just suck it up and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora Place Morbeck&lt;br /&gt;10/16/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-721704104376010353?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/721704104376010353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=721704104376010353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/721704104376010353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/721704104376010353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2010/10/bonfire-of-procrastination-apologia-for.html' title='A Bonfire of Procrastination:  Apologia for Clutter'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-8509681482636962728</id><published>2009-09-02T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:26:23.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose to Nose with Smokey Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/Sp8a6WQnXAI/AAAAAAAAACk/AkDC3Kmkunw/s1600-h/horses+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377046069813664770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/Sp8a6WQnXAI/AAAAAAAAACk/AkDC3Kmkunw/s400/horses+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-8509681482636962728?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8509681482636962728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=8509681482636962728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/8509681482636962728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/8509681482636962728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2009/09/nose-to-nose-with-smokey-joe.html' title='Nose to Nose with Smokey Joe'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/Sp8a6WQnXAI/AAAAAAAAACk/AkDC3Kmkunw/s72-c/horses+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-5395655480713985647</id><published>2009-02-23T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:59:35.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Out of the Way of Our Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SaKwMVljGcI/AAAAAAAAACU/SP_2OTAoLLo/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305997036995418562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SaKwMVljGcI/AAAAAAAAACU/SP_2OTAoLLo/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SaKvts4lN_I/AAAAAAAAACM/J4boDlYZF4E/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo taken Summer 2005: A treasured cozy moment with Tansy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her son, Taran, is beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last summer, Shannon Knapp from Horse Sense of the Carolinas sent an e-mail question to dozens of practitioners in the Equine Guided/Assisted Learning community. It was one of those “food for thought” inquiries, which I always appreciate. Essentially, it was this: Should we be using our personal horses for this work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a good question. After all, we’re attached to our own horses in different ways than we might be to those with whom we simply work. We have a history with our horses. We know their personalities and their stories, as we would members of our own human families. Intentionally or not, we may allow our relationships with them to get in the way of our work with clients. Our expectations may interfere with the learning and growth process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to clients, we’re reminded by our teachers to “allow” people to fully experience sessions with horse partners. We’re encouraged to “get out of the way” of our clients. Let sessions unfold without undue interference. I value these words of wisdom and carry them in my heart as I step into the circle of each client/horse interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would add to this wisdom that we also need to get out of the way of our horses. When we project expectations, judgments, personal agendas and biases onto them, we hinder the process. We begin to engage in prediction of outcome. We get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that, at times, I’ve made assumptions about what one of my horses might do during a session, only to be amazed and humbled by a completely different response. These experiences challenged me to reevaluate my attitudes, to reconsider the limitations I place on the horses in my herd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mare, Tansy, is a perfect example of misplaced expectations. In the five years I’ve known this highly sensitive mare, we’ve come to an understanding. She is not a “people person.” She isn’t rude or aggressive. She simply isn’t interested in cozying up to people. While I was initially put off by her standoffishness, I’ve come to recognize that she’s simply not an overly affectionate being. Tansy is content to look at me across the pasture without any compulsion to approach me or even be approached by me. She is who she is. I accept her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I first put her in the round pen with a coaching client, I was dumbfounded to discover that her responses were completely contrary to my expectations. She was approachable, she allowed the client to touch her without any indication of fear or distrust, and she stood patiently as the client released tears of frustration related to an event in her life. Throughout the session, Tansy was fully present and engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a few seconds to collect myself. &lt;em&gt;“Who is this mare?”&lt;/em&gt; I’d never seen anything like this from Tansy! With a little effort, I checked my attitude. I reminded myself to let go, to just go with the flow. By doing so, the experience unfolded in profound ways for the client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the circle of partnership, Tansy shed her reservations and embraced the moment with openness and compassion. In the process, she allowed me to connect with a part of her that I’d never experienced. The client came away from her session with valuable insights, and I walked away with an entirely new, unexpected understanding of my horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I never said anything to my client about this revelation. Her session with Tansy wasn’t about me. Nonetheless, I was both astounded and gratified by what I’d learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling the session, I sometimes think about the “what ifs.” What if I hadn’t checked my attitude? What if I’d allowed my own expectations about my horse to creep into the session? How would that have impacted the client’s experience? By projecting limitations ~ thereby getting in Tansy’s way ~ I would’ve also gotten in the way of the client and her learning opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original question was: Should we be using our personal horses for this work? I think the answer lies in our ability to answer the next “food for thought” questions: If we work with clients and horses from our own herds, are we able to release our biases? Are we willing to step back and go with the flow when our horses respond in ways that we perceive are out of character? What can we do internally to create and hold space when we’re caught off guard by unexpected responses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe these self-inquiries represent some of the challenges we face, but I don’t think they’re insurmountable obstacles. Those of us who share our horse companions with clients simply have to go one step further than practitioners who don’t. We release our judgments about clients and the process &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we let go of our expectations of who we assume our horses are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tansy’s responses demonstrate that I really can’t predict what will happen in the circle of partnership. So, I integrate what I’ve learned from experience. Let go, embrace the mystery and get out of her way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-5395655480713985647?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/5395655480713985647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=5395655480713985647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/5395655480713985647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/5395655480713985647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-out-of-way-of-our-horses.html' title='Getting Out of the Way of Our Horses'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SaKwMVljGcI/AAAAAAAAACU/SP_2OTAoLLo/s72-c/Picture+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-2261347392497917789</id><published>2009-02-16T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:58:18.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal Partnership with Horses</title><content type='html'>In a partnership, both parties have equal, albeit different, responsibilities. Partners compliment one another, earn trust, and work together with mutual respect for the benefit of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve discovered in countless hours of research -- online, in books and in discussions – is that very few horse people genuinely embrace the concept of equal partnerships between people and horses. The language is there … sometimes … but then it trips itself up with words like “domination,” “alpha horse,” “pecking order,” and so on. But rarely do people talk about real 50/50 relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how I see it. The words “domination” and “partnership” are mutually exclusive. The former is based on control, submission and subjugation, while the latter is based on equality, collaboration and shared responsibility. Domination and partnership cannot reside in the same relationship – not if it’s a healthy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suspicion is that the word partnership is primarily a misused word in the horse world, as most training methods that I’ve encountered are based on the premise that the trainer is the dominant being in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These training methods are modeled on the generally accepted idea that there is a hierarchy within a herd. I don’t subscribe to this idea. The idea of a hierarchy is contradictory to what I’ve witnessed in the herds that I’ve worked with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is domination in a herd? Generally speaking, it’s understood as horses gaining and consistently maintaining control/domination over other horses, which presumably results in a top-down pecking order. I’ve never seen this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; seen is horses acting aggressively toward each other, and I’ve seen signs of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;situational&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; domination. These tend to be temporary, quickly resolved shows of aggression, and they seem to result from imbalance in particular situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a horse thinks he’s not going to get enough to eat, for example, he’ll push other horses away from food. This is bullying, which I suspect is brought about by fear that there won’t be enough food to go around – a reaction to an imbalance in sustenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also witnessed horses setting boundaries with one another in the pasture. Boundary setting isn’t domination, either. From my point of view, it’s about requesting personal space. Some horses, like some people, need more personal space than others and they’re more assertive about enforcing it. Once the boundary has been established, however, balance is restored. This usually takes a few seconds. Rarely do horses chase each other around for more than a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only animals that give a sustained chase are predators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly what I’ve witnessed is horses living together in functional groups, each with its own place that isn’t higher or lower than any other horse in the herd. Watchfulness and direction setting in the herd appear to be shared responsibilities. This is collaboration, not domination. It’s the herd working together for the benefit of the entire group rather than falling in behind a specified leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we establish ourselves as dominant over horses, we’re putting into play an intense, sustained, unnatural assertion of control that horses don’t understand and don’t respect, because it’s something that they don’t encounter in their every day herd lives. This behavior is specific to their interactions with humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance is a human choice that we impose onto our relationships with horses. I think if we maximized the potential for true partnership, rather than trying to coerce our horses into submission, we’d co-create more harmonious, more respectful relationships with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-2261347392497917789?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/2261347392497917789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=2261347392497917789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/2261347392497917789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/2261347392497917789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2009/02/equal-partnership-with-horses.html' title='Equal Partnership with Horses'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-1112391238447338707</id><published>2009-01-14T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:04:34.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from a Coffee Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found these words of wisdom from poet Desi Di Nardo on this morning’s Starbucks cup…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way I See It #293&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t necessarily&lt;br /&gt;The way you see it&lt;br /&gt;Or the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Or ought to be&lt;br /&gt;What’s more important&lt;br /&gt;Is that we’re all&lt;br /&gt;Looking for it&lt;br /&gt;And a way to see it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-1112391238447338707?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/1112391238447338707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=1112391238447338707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/1112391238447338707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/1112391238447338707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2009/01/wisdom-from-coffee-cup.html' title='Wisdom from a Coffee Cup'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-6589337277954627404</id><published>2008-12-18T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:47:52.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beaver's Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SUp9dqkKUaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HqrqSCdk_2c/s1600-h/beaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281171461640966562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SUp9dqkKUaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HqrqSCdk_2c/s400/beaver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What’s that in the pasture?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to my right as we drove down the gravel road to the barn, my attention drawn in the direction of Rich’s question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know. It looked like a small deer or a dog, lying in the brown grass, probably dead. While Rich began the afternoon feeding, I walked alone up pasture to solve the mystery. What I found brought me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the body of a large, dead beaver, lying at least 30 feet from the creek. She was on her back, and when I rolled her over, I noticed fresh blood coming from a hole by her ear. She probably hadn’t been dead for more than an hour, though I was sure she’d suffered far longer than that. Some one, somewhere along the creek, shot her in the head and left her for dead. She must have followed the creek to the ford where our horses cross into the upper pasture, and she made an agonizing crawl onto land to a place where we’d notice her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my hand down to touch her, stroking her fur, tears brimming in my eyes as I apologized over and over for the stupidity of humans, for their cruelty. All animals die, I know, but they don’t need to suffer as this beaver obviously did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was enormous, perhaps 60 pounds or more. This was a beautiful, elder beaver – a longtime caretaker and nurturer of the area’s wetlands. I wondered, given the circumstances of her death, how she managed to make it into this horse pasture … and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich joined me and we held hands, looking over her body. Rich was so angry. True, my husband is a hunter, but he respects life and doesn’t kill needlessly. We eat what he brings home and he prays for the animal spirits who provide us with their meat and skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing over this beaver, we made a decision to take her home and honor her in the Old Way. We made an offering and said our prayers for her spirit; we took her home and offered tobacco and sage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I wondered why she’d come to us. I think, in part, her spirit traveled and knew that we’d find her and treat her respectfully – that we’d honor her life and sing her over. We’d keep her skin to remember her. Also I think she offered herself as a messenger for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the message of the Beaver? As one of nature’s finest architects, much of what Beaver teaches is about foundational work, flow and harmony. She goes about her building industriously, with an eye to the larger scheme of things. Left to her own devices, she changes the flow of water, the flow of energy around her, for the benefit of all. She creates balance in our rivers and wet places. Spiritually, this is also the balance and flow of our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to me the next morning, in a place between sleep and waking, that her message for me is very much about attending to my own foundation. This beaver appeared in the pasture where my horses live, and the foundation of my work with the horses has recently been in personal question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve realized that the people I accepted as role models, while doing their own valued brand of teaching, don’t share my personal philosophies. We aren’t coming from the same place, and by modeling them, I’ve come to understand that I haven’t been true to my own heart and direction. The result is that, standing on shaky ground, I haven’t grown, nor have I been inspired to move my life work forward in positive ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work with horses isn’t simply a job to me. It resonates in every way in my life, sending ripples through all of my relationships. In partnership with horses, I’m able to explore the Circle in deeper, more meaningful ways, and I’m able to share this gift with others. I can’t simply duplicate some one else’s business model, or copy the practices that I don’t, at heart, agree with. I have to go back to square one and re-build. I began to understand this several weeks ago. The beaver’s appearance in my life was a powerful reminder and a catalyst for much-needed change.&lt;br /&gt;So, as I venture into the New Year, I go deeper into my own foundational work, re-focus, re-write, re-structure, creating a balanced base. I change the flow within me and around me in ways that help me to stand in my own power and that will benefit others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megwitch (thank you) to the Beaver for her life and spirit and for the messages she brings, which I’m sure will continue to unfold with greater meaning as I move forward in the coming months … &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-6589337277954627404?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/6589337277954627404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=6589337277954627404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/6589337277954627404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/6589337277954627404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/12/beavers-message.html' title='The Beaver&apos;s Message'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SUp9dqkKUaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HqrqSCdk_2c/s72-c/beaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-776610213295667762</id><published>2008-09-23T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:10:58.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration and Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SNkGIL_ShGI/AAAAAAAAABs/STZmwBQ5E2c/s1600-h/happy+dancing+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249233578403988578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SNkGIL_ShGI/AAAAAAAAABs/STZmwBQ5E2c/s400/happy+dancing+horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  “Kick up your heels and release joy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On most mornings I draw a card from an inspirational deck called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touched by a Horse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Melinda Pearce. Every time I read a card’s message, I’m reminded of something that perhaps I’ve forgotten to look at or could put into action in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s reading is “Celebration and Release” ~ an encouragement to celebrate the small successes in life rather than looking at the larger goals to be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the card reminds me, “The lesson here is about the power of the collective, smaller victories that must be expressed…” as I move through Life’s Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are the little things I can celebrate today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Maintenance Required” light in my car is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; an indication of impending disaster, but simply a reminder to get my oil changed. Wow! What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call from our veterinarian assured me that my dog’s blood tests were clear. No major health issues. After a few days of worry, this was amazing news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather couldn’t be more beautiful ~ cool and sunny. I celebrate the change of seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for my upcoming workshop is a daily joy. New ideas, collaboration with other people and the incredible reward of sharing this work with a group … all of this fills me with a wonderful sense of excitement. Each step toward the event is an affirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every small success is a victory and a validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What small successes can you celebrate today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-776610213295667762?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/776610213295667762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=776610213295667762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/776610213295667762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/776610213295667762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebration-and-release.html' title='Celebration and Release'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SNkGIL_ShGI/AAAAAAAAABs/STZmwBQ5E2c/s72-c/happy+dancing+horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-2700373757865014838</id><published>2008-09-09T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:06:31.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Expect from "Living the Circle ..."</title><content type='html'>Several people have expressed interest in the October workshop, titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living the Circle: An Exploration of Our Relationships with Creator, the Earth and Each Other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They’ve asked some wonderful questions, one of which is “What is this all about?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to clarify a few things, I thought I’d take a few minutes to share what participants can expect from this workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the program involves Equine Guided Education and Coaching. For those who are unfamiliar with this kind of personal growth and learning, the process partners people with horses in activities that are designed to help people connect with their own answers, their own Truth, their own values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an experiential learning process with horses acting as guides or teachers. In other words, as we interact with the horses, insights will surface that relate to other parts of our lives. We’re able to gain different perspectives through these interactions and apply the lessons to daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can horses teach us? By nature these animals have finely tuned instincts. In a herd or alone, they are acutely aware of their environment at all times; of the subtle shifts in the energy around them. When they’re around people, they respond to our energy and to the shifts within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses can’t lie or fake their emotions, but they certainly know when we’re faking it! Humans have a tendency to wear “masks.” We may project one emotion when we’re feeling something completely different inside. Horses respond to how we’re truly feeling. So, if we’re all smiles on the outside but feeling anger or grief inside, horses sense the incongruity. They respond to our authentic feelings. Their “feedback” is honest and non-judgmental. This gift allows us to learn more about ourselves, to see our attitudes and behaviors from a different angle, and to re-connect with our authentic selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coaches, Dawn Sanborn and I acknowledge that horses are equal partners in the learning experience. She and I are present to support people learning from horses. We’ll set the activities in motion and allow participants to explore what each experience means on a personal level. We’ll encourage people to expand the lessons beyond the self to reflect on the larger community, to the Earth and to Creator. On occasion, we’ll step in to make inquiries which lend themselves to developing greater awareness during the experience. Otherwise, we get out of the way and let the horses do their work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the context of this workshop, we’ll explore the Circle of Life with horses as our guides. The activities will echo aspects of the Medicine Wheel, beginning in the East and following the path of the sun to the North. Each direction offers us different lessons. Each activity will give participants an opportunity to explore their own Journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no riding or training involved. All activities with horses are done on the ground and no horse experience is necessary. We simply ask that you come with an open heart and an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traditional Native American Sweat Lodge will follow the workshop. Participants in the workshop will come together to help with lodge preparations and learn what is involved in the process. For people who have never participated in a Sweat Lodge, please go to &lt;a href="http://www.manyhorses.org/"&gt;http://www.manyhorses.org/&lt;/a&gt; (click on the Sweat Lodge page) to learn more about this purification ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to take a minute to acknowledge a volunteer, Kate Staley, who’s stepped up to the plate to assist us with this workshop. Volunteers are so important. They invest their time and energy to ensure the day goes smoothly and that everyone gets the greatest benefit from the experience. So, if you come to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living the Circle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, please remember to say thanks to Kate for all of her good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a great big “Thanks!” in advance to Karen Wolfe and Barbara Morton for allowing us to use their property and to work with their wonderful horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To register for the workshop and get directions to this event (held in Bremen, GA) please feel free to get in touch. I can be reached via e-mail at &lt;a href="mailto:mothercreekhorse@gmail.com"&gt;mothercreekhorse@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Balance …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-2700373757865014838?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/2700373757865014838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=2700373757865014838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/2700373757865014838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/2700373757865014838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-expect-from-living-circle.html' title='What to Expect from &quot;Living the Circle ...&quot;'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-491505932593253786</id><published>2008-09-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:57:18.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upcoming Events'/><title type='text'>October workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SL_8CLkrkBI/AAAAAAAAABE/yPV-3-o2hUA/s1600-h/images%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242185605679124498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SL_8CLkrkBI/AAAAAAAAABE/yPV-3-o2hUA/s400/images%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living the Circle:&lt;br /&gt;An Exploration of Our Relationships&lt;br /&gt;with Creator, the Earth and Each Other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offered by&lt;br /&gt;Nora Morbeck, &lt;em&gt;Mother Creek Horse Coaching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Dawn Sanborn, &lt;em&gt;Outta the Barn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Saturday, October 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9:00 AM – 3:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Place: Bremen, GA&lt;br /&gt;Recommended Fee: $100 * ~ includes lunch, snacks &amp;amp; drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sweat Lodge will follow the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: This workshop offers an opportunity to gain personal insights, to grow and learn in the company of horses, allowing these beautiful beings to reflect, to guide and to teach us on our journey into better understanding the inter-connectedness of life. Through individual and group activities with horses, participants are free to explore what Living the Circle means to them, how it’s expressed in the self, in family and in our larger community. No riding is involved. All activities are done on the ground. No horse experience is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Facilitators: Nora and Dawn are Equine Guided Educators and Coaches. Both women are graduates of the Wisdom Horse Coaching Apprenticeship program, based in Minneapolis. They bring their unique styles to this workshop, combining their skills and gifts to provide a wonderful, supportive learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to bring: notebooks &amp;amp; pens for journaling, lawn chairs, a dish to share after the Sweat Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, to register and to get directions, contact Nora at &lt;a href="mailto:mothercreekhorse@gmail.com"&gt;mothercreekhorse@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A reduced rate is available, upon request. Please note that there is no fee for the Sweat Lodge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-491505932593253786?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/491505932593253786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=491505932593253786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/491505932593253786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/491505932593253786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/09/october-workshop.html' title='October workshop'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SL_8CLkrkBI/AAAAAAAAABE/yPV-3-o2hUA/s72-c/images%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-8722133652439156600</id><published>2008-07-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:00:43.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Exploration of Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SIX15zGdRLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aVQRP66KzkI/s1600-h/procrastination.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225853315951969458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SIX15zGdRLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aVQRP66KzkI/s400/procrastination.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cartoon by Dave Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago I facilitated a creativity group based on Julia Cameron’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. One week we came upon the concept of “perfectionism” and the author’s insights on how it impacts our lives and sabotages us. Until that point I hadn’t given much thought to the negative aspects of the word or how its meaning works on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Cameron describes perfectionism as a means of self-criticism. In attempting to be perfect we’re actually saying that we aren’t OK just as we are. We aren’t good enough. Nothing is ever good enough to the perfectionist. What happens to us when we subscribe to the “not good enough” mantra? I know what it does to me. It shuts me down. If I’m never going to be good enough, then what’s the point of trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question led to an exploration of another word: procrastination. When I shut down I procrastinate. I associate all kinds of negative behaviors and words with procrastination. The list is comprised of adjectives like lazy, unmotivated, non-productive, and sedentary. I don’t accomplish anything. I distract myself from the activities that I could be doing to move myself forward in life. This is the negative consequence of procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I’ve started to wonder how procrastination serves me. It must do something for me or I wouldn’t procrastinate. I wouldn’t cave in to the brain chatter that tells me my efforts won’t work or won’t be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have those little voices – little Gremlins in the mind -- that comment and criticize our thoughts and actions. Why do I choose to listen to mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had an epiphany. Procrastination keeps me safe. It doesn’t require me to take risks or rise to challenges. It doesn’t expose me to possible criticism or the chance that some one may disagree with me or not like me. It shields me from the possibility that some one might notice me – that they’ll see I’m not good enough. The procrastination Gremlin tells me, “Stay right where you are. Hide! No one will notice you and you won’t get hurt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination demands camouflage. Its attending Gremlin is the critic that reminds me to remain under cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I’ve engaged this particular Gremlin in conversation. I begin by saying, “Thank you. I understand that you’re trying to keep me safe. For that I’m truly grateful. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m going to move forward anyway…” I admit to myself that some actions are risky and balance that with the benefits of forward motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gremlin never turns off the caution light. It keeps blinking, but with less intensity and urgency. It serves as a reminder that I really could get hurt by taking risks. It’s OK for me to acknowledge that … &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m going to move forward anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-8722133652439156600?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8722133652439156600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=8722133652439156600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/8722133652439156600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/8722133652439156600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/07/exploration-of-procrastination.html' title='An Exploration of Procrastination'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SIX15zGdRLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aVQRP66KzkI/s72-c/procrastination.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-5876010578534473548</id><published>2008-07-18T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T03:51:47.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SIB03OaLs-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hKFJbPXqn_w/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224304059859317730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SIB03OaLs-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hKFJbPXqn_w/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-5876010578534473548?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/5876010578534473548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=5876010578534473548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/5876010578534473548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/5876010578534473548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SIB03OaLs-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hKFJbPXqn_w/s72-c/IMG_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-414962039183370272</id><published>2008-07-16T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:53:47.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working with Respect for Humans and Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:  I’m an Equine Guided Educator and Coach.  My goal is to provide personal growth and learning opportunities for people by introducing them to experiences with horses, who I respect as equal partners in the process.  I create a safe, supportive environment for both people and horses, offering a chance for my clients to gain different perspectives and apply new insights and lessons to their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an educator and coach, I’m quite clear about my scope of practice.  I do not practice psychology.  I do not diagnose or treat mental disorders.  I do not counsel or advise on mental health issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My field is related to Equine Assisted Psychotherapy (EAP) in that we facilitate growth and learning in our clients.  Our approach and purpose may differ, but there is a common thread that runs through both practices:  recognizing horses as helpers and healers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One concern I have with regard to this work is the unethical treatment of horses in the growth and learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entry below was inspired by conversations with an intuitive horse trainer/teacher and an article titled “EAP’ed Off” that appears on Chris Irwin’s web site. (The link to Chris’ article is:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrisirwin.com/articles-chris-eapdoff.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.chrisirwin.com/articles-chris-eapdoff.php&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not at all my intention to criticize the whole of the EAP community or to say that mistakes aren’t also made by other practitioners in related fields. We all make mistakes.  I simply want to add to the larger discussion about healing with horses.  This is intended to shine a little light on the subject with the hope that learning continues for all of us in the field of Equine Assisted, Facilitated and/or Guided Learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equine Assisted Psychotherapy (EAP) is the practice of working with horses to facilitate improved mental health in humans.  Practitioners of EAP introduce clients to a variety of activities with horses.  By observing and commenting on the interactions between clients and horses, therapists and counselors are able to diagnose and treat mental disorders.  Because the mental health professional may not have a thorough working knowledge of horses and horse behavior, a trained facilitator often works in tandem with the counselor, supporting the experiential learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the organizations that supports this work is the Equine Assisted Growth and Learning Association (EAGALA.) This is generally a highly regarded organization. Personally, I’m familiar with the work of several EAGALA certified practitioners, all of whose work I admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reviewing the Code of Ethics for EAGALA, however, I find that there’s something vital missing.  While the code specifies that members retain a high level of ethical behavior and professionalism, including providing for the safety of participants, it says nothing specifically about the safety and well being of the horses that are used in the process of human healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though most practitioners might never overtly or intentionally traumatize a horse in order to get results for their clients, it happens.  There are several questions that present themselves in relation to this issue.  One is this:  Is it acceptable to psychologically damage a horse in the process of improving mental health for clients?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close friend and experienced intuitive trainer and instructor shared the following story with me after reviewing an article she’d found online.  It illustrates the ways in which a horse can be damaged in the process of human healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The client and therapist come together at the barn to explore the client’s personal issues.  The therapist sets the client to the task of moving the horse into a small, enclosed space – something like a stall -- without the aid of a halter or lead line and without touching the horse in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client struggled with the task.  The horse, apparently unsure of the exercise or the goal, was uncooperative and resisted.  The therapist urged the client to continue.  Be more assertive. Eventually the task was accomplished, representing success to the client and the therapist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo accompanying the article, taken at the end of the session, showed a beaming client and therapist.  The horse, on the other hand, showed clear, visible signs of distress that could be identified by anyone with a basic knowledge of equine body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, neither the therapist nor the client seems to have done anything wrong.  Mission accomplished, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at a deeper level, there is something terribly wrong with this scenario.  The horse was pressured into a place where it didn’t want to go by some one who didn’t know horses or horse behavior and probably didn’t notice (or care?) that it was scared.  The client’s behavior was witnessed and applauded by a mental health professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By asserting herself in this way, what did the client learn?  The comment I made to my friend was this:  “It sounds like she got in touch with her inner bully.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A client with psychological issues learned how to bully an animal into doing what she wanted.  If this client had been abused at some point in her life, how would her behavior in this situation be different than the bullying once visited on her?  Suppose she’s experienced personal boundary or assertiveness issues.  How does it heal the client to ignore the horse’s boundaries or assert extreme pressure in order to get results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse in the story lived.  It wasn’t physically hurt. Nonetheless, there was some level of emotional damage done in the process.  Is it acceptable to emotionally damage another being in pursuit of a client's improved mental health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could the therapist have facilitated a session without trauma to either the human or the horse?  What can we do when the horse seems uncooperative or confused?   How do we support our clients in this exploration?  To me, the answer is clear:  First, understand what constitutes unnecessary stress and anxiety in each situation we put people and horses into.  Next, drop our personal agendas and work with what’s happening in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only speak from my own experience.  Here’s what I’ve done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held a demonstration session in 2007.  In the round pen, I asked a volunteer to move one of my horses using a lunge whip, with which the woman was totally unfamiliar.  The task was simple.  Just get the horse into motion.  There were no instructions about how to do this or in what direction.  She tried in a half-hearted manner.  At one point she stopped and stood near the mare, who eyed the woman with some confusion, but not fear.  I put a halt to the exercise and asked, “What’s happening?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She doesn’t want to move.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How does that relate to what’s happening in your life?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, I really don’t want to move, either.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proceeded to tell me about a career change, how she just needed time to sit in a place of transition and not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How does ‘not doing anything’ look” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laid down the whip and walked over to the horse where she (and my mare) visibly relaxed.  The woman began to pet and talk to my mare.  Then she walked over to me.  Without halter or lead or direct invitation, my mare followed and stood beside this woman, head relaxed and clearly wanting to be present with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman didn’t need to move a horse in order to get results.  She simply needed to dance in the moment and discover her own truth.  In her case, she needed time to just relax and &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt;.  Truth is in the Journey, not in the Destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it’s not important that a client “successfully” completes a task that I’ve provided.  The experience, just as it is, in whatever way it takes shape, resonates with an inner “aha…” for the client.  It can’t be about my expectations or goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The task itself gave my mare openings for retreat, if she needed it.  She’s familiar with a lunge whip and it didn’t frighten her.  I watched very carefully to be sure that she wasn’t in any kind of distress.  In fact, an observer to this demonstration commented that she watched the horse for signs of fear or anxiety.  She’s a horse person and was pleased to see that my mare wasn’t scared at any time during the demo session.  That was intentional on my part and I’m glad some one noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As practitioners in the trailblazing fields of Equine Guided Education and Equine Assisted Psychotherapy, our purpose is to facilitate healing, growth and learning in others.  We have to be clear that a session isn’t about our own agendas or what a client and horse partner “should” do. We share an obligation to act ethically and humanely.  The substance of the work must include consideration of the well being of human &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can simply allow the experience to unfold, rather than dictate what it should be, we create an environment that supports and honors all beings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-414962039183370272?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/414962039183370272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=414962039183370272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/414962039183370272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/414962039183370272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/07/working-with-respect-for-humans-and.html' title='Working with Respect for Humans and Horses'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-7828124968015084742</id><published>2008-07-11T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:12:38.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Desensitize ..."</title><content type='html'>The term “Desensitize” is used frequently in horse training methods.  The practice of desensitizing a horse has some logic to it.  Get a horse used to things that scare it so it won’t spook.  This is for the safety of humans as well as the safety and well being of the horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I don’t like the word or, in many cases, how desensitizing is practiced.  To be clear, it’s not the basic concept of overcoming fear to which I object.  It’s the method that often disturbs me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some experience with a “spooky” horse.  My mare, Tansy, has phobias:  plastic of any kind, strange objects and odors near her face, and horse trailers, to name a few.  I don’t see these fears as problems but rather personality quirks.  I have a deep compassion for Tansy, understanding that she was mistreated in her earlier years, long before she came into my life.  I’ve come to the conclusion that most of her fears were instilled in her by harsh/abusive training methods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own fears, like any human.  I consider how I overcome them when I work with Tansy.  For instance, I don’t like to be forced into something that makes me feel frightened.  Does anyone?  This doesn’t mean that I can’t face my fears.  It doesn’t mean that Tansy can’t face hers.  Again, it’s the method that concerns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One “tried and true” desensitizing method involves a process called “sacking out.”  This term covers a lot of ground, dealing with many fear issues that horses have.  Depending on the horse and the situation and the awareness of the trainer, it can be effective.  Done in the wrong way with the wrong horse ... well, it's an emergency room visit waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, you rub an item all over the horse until it stops reacting negatively.  This can be something to which the horse has shown little or no fear, or it can be a particularly objectionable item.  A plastic bag, for example, can be tied to the end of a lunge whip.  The idea is to touch the horse repeatedly with the plastic until it stops shying away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried this method with Tansy.  I was told by “experts” that this would alleviate her fears, and I followed directions for doing it “correctly.” I’ve apologized to her ever since.  It was torture.  She stood in one place, just like the instructions said she would.  But she shook from head to toe and eyed me in abject terror.  When I moved the stick with the plastic bag onto the ground in front of her, she snapped.  I dropped the stick and backed away.  Tansy proceeded to “kill” the plastic bag, snorting in rage and pawing it into the ground.  Then she glared at me and trotted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never attempted this again, nor will I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some horse owners wouldn’t accept her behavior.  They’d be furious with her.  They’d think she’s rude and uncooperative.  I’m weird, I guess.  I was actually proud of her for stomping the demonic plastic bag into the ground.  After the initial surprise of her enraged reaction, I completely understood.  I thought, “You go, girl!”  She stood up for herself.  Isn’t that what I want for myself?  For my kids?  For my clients?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.  An abused horse is something like a rape victim.  Would you force sex on a rape victim until she gets used to it and stops resisting?  Or would you respect where that person is, in the moment, and take small steps toward gaining trust?  Could you accept that some wounds never mend and be OK with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In speaking to more humane trainers I’ve gained a valuable perspective on desensitizing.  A good friend pointed out that we all have fears, rational and irrational.  She specifically mentioned a fear of spiders.  Now, if I were terrified of spiders, how would I feel if some one kept sticking them in my face?  The more I object, the more spiders are put in my face.  Eventually I might numb out completely and quit resisting. I might completely dissociate. Torture methods often have that effect.  I might get used to spiders being in my face, but I would still be scared.  I might shut down, but that’s not the same as truly facing and overcoming a fear.  A shut down horse is dangerous, just as a shut down human is.  Eventually anyone who is numb or repressed can snap.  Think the cliché “postal workers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I overcome my fears because some one forces me?  Or do I face the fear on my own terms with the support of some one I genuinely trust?  I think the distinction is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we work at a slower pace. I don’t “desensitize.”   In fact, I admire sensitivity in my horse friends.  Instead, I attempt to “accustom.”  I introduce things to Tansy, trying not to assert pressure but offering support.  I see how much she can handle and try not to overwhelm her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a quick fix.  It wouldn’t make a good demonstration for a natural horsemanship clinic.  But to me, it’s not as important to have a “perfect” horse as a sane one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-7828124968015084742?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7828124968015084742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=7828124968015084742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/7828124968015084742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/7828124968015084742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/07/desensitize.html' title='&quot;Desensitize ...&quot;'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-1407092749626458499</id><published>2008-07-03T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:56:17.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Circle Approach ~ A Different Perspective on Understanding Herd Dynamics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: I offer this as a different way to observe horses. I say "&lt;em&gt;different"&lt;/em&gt; because there are many, many schools of thought on herd dynamics, how horses interact with each other and us, and what the relationships mean to us as appreciators of wild horses and our own domestic companions. I don’t know if one approach is right or wrong. Maybe just different. I have a somewhat unusual world view which lends itself to what I call a Circle Approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll begin with a story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late in February, 2007, I arrived at the barn for the afternoon feeding. I felt distracted, running on auto-pilot. Absently, I stepped through the gate, re-locked it, saw the horses gathering in the pasture for their dinner. But I wasn’t really paying attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my head, a place where I often retreat, working out details for an upcoming workshop ~ “Women &amp;amp; Horses.” Over the years, I’d prepared for dozens of workshops, gatherings, circles and various groups for both men and women. But this was the first one I’d done with women and horses. Granted, it was a small group ~ just two women ~ which took some of the pressure off. Still, I wanted it to be a positive experience and I put my heart into the planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women who registered are my friends, both horse women, both spiritual beings, though on different Paths. Both supported my new life/career journey. They wouldn’t be a difficult audience. Still, the Insecurities started voicing their opinions in my head. What could I share with these women? What could I offer them in this workshop that they wouldn’t already know? What do I know anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes for a few seconds and stood still. What do I know? What- do- I- know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer gave itself to me in a strand of thought: I know the Circle of Life. I understand my place in the Circle, how energy moves, Earth teachings, how each of us bring our own gifts to existence and that we are all equal, inter-connected in the Great Circle, embraced by Mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes and celebrated a quiet, inner sigh …“ahh.” It was then that I realized the horses had moved around me, and I was standing in a perfect Circle of Horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Keeper of my own Answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us trace our lineage to people with a closer relationship with the Earth than we have in today’s world. Our tribal Ancestors understood natural cycles intimately, relied on the natural world for sustenance, and discovered ways to connect with other beings. Everything ~ whether plant, animal, stone, elemental ~ was considered alive and infused with Spirit. Nothing is dead, only different in its place and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, this world view takes form in a Circle and is expressed in all Earth-based belief systems as an understanding of connectedness. In a Circle, nothing is greater or less than anything else. Call it the Circle of Life, the Sacred Hoop, the Wheel, the Web of Existence. All of these descriptions resonate with shared meaning: We are all here together, with individual gifts and equal importance. Not just humans, but all things, living with the potential for balance and harmony. Within this way of being there are incredible opportunities to work in partnership with all life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve practiced Earth-based spirituality for almost 20 years. The Journey to this Path and on it has re-shaped my way of being in the world. Everything I ever learned about hierarchy, about a “top-down” structure in nature, and even in society itself, was released as I learned to embrace and be embraced by the Circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I moved into a stewardship role with horses, it was natural for me to apply an Earth-based approach to my understanding of and relationship with these animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is not how most people in the horse world relate to horses. It’s common, for instance, to hear words and phrases that reflect a domination perspective: “Alpha mare,” “pecking order,” “low horse in the herd” and so on. These descriptions of animals in a group, I believe, reflect the typical modern human understanding of the world, which takes shape in the mind as a pyramid. This thought structure is the domination approach. In other words, there will always be something higher in the food chain than something else. Humans like to think of ourselves as the pinnacle, with every other thing spread out beneath us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may sugar coat horse training methods by talking about relationship, leadership and partnership. But, in truth, what most people are talking about isn’t creating an equal partnership. It’s about domination. I have to ask myself: Do I dominate my partner or do I work with my partner? Hmmm …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if we explore herd dynamics with the Circle in mind? Suppose we stop imposing our perceptions of human dominance structure onto them. Suppose, instead of a hierarchy, the herd is a family or a tribe with each horse having an equally important role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “alpha mare” isn’t in charge of the herd. Instead, she’s an elder or clan mother, with her own style of caring for the group. The older gelding isn’t second in command. He’s the uncle who often babysits the younger horses, teaching them how to be part of the herd. Foals are the promise of future generations, who remind the rest of the herd that silliness and passionate release of energy is vital to our well being. Their exuberance and comic relief is felt as a ripple of joy through their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a huge difference between the two models of understanding. The hierarchy diminishes, assigns importance and stresses control. The Circle is about acceptance. It allows for growth, shifting responsibility and flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when we choose to embrace life on different terms, when we accept that we are truly only part of Creation ~ not its pinnacle? What happens when we integrate the shift into all of our relationships? What do we manifest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be challenges. It’s challenging to get out of the way of our own egos. I’m not saying that I always get it right or that I don’t struggle or have to re-learn lessons that I thought I was past or that I don’t fall horribly out of balance sometimes. Living in awareness of Connection sometimes calls for us to fall out of balance in order to appreciate the nature of re-alignment. Exploring our shadows is also a Journey into understanding the light that casts them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heart instructs me to connect in Partnership in a Circle of Horses, who remind me always …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We live in a world of possibilities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-1407092749626458499?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/1407092749626458499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=1407092749626458499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/1407092749626458499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/1407092749626458499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/07/circle-approach-different-perspective.html' title='A Circle Approach ~ A Different Perspective on Understanding Herd Dynamics'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406335691740412489.post-4090844434279474718</id><published>2008-06-30T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:34:10.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spaces of Unknown'/><title type='text'>Beginning ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I admit it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Technology&lt;/span&gt; isn't my thing.  I have a site domain, but designing web pages intimidates me.  In fact, it stops me dead in my tracks.  Why does it need to be so complicated?  Am I just making it harder on myself than it needs to be?  Probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, my web site goes unfinished.  A blog seems easier.  Easier is good.  A place to begin.  This blog is my leap into cyberspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Looking back over poetry, written many years ago, I re-discover a piece that echoes my fear factor ... and a leap of faith in spite and/or because of my unsettled feelings.  I am a "diver" by nature, so I'm diving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here it goes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spaces of Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precarious&lt;br /&gt;crouched&lt;br /&gt;toes curled over&lt;br /&gt;the edge of the ledge&lt;br /&gt;peering down&lt;br /&gt;mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;into the void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Heart&lt;br /&gt;of my own&lt;br /&gt;infinite unknown&lt;br /&gt;casting out Hope Stones&lt;br /&gt;prayers sink like&lt;br /&gt;weighted echoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarity of vision&lt;br /&gt;blurs&lt;br /&gt;obscures&lt;br /&gt;here are the shadows&lt;br /&gt;of my wildest fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaces filled with&lt;br /&gt;chaos beyond the traces&lt;br /&gt;of my frail&lt;br /&gt;manipulative control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spiritual Warrior&lt;br /&gt;chooses the course&lt;br /&gt;of right action&lt;br /&gt;stands&lt;br /&gt;understands&lt;br /&gt;and leaps empty handed&lt;br /&gt;into the void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora Place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Morbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406335691740412489-4090844434279474718?l=mothercreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/feeds/4090844434279474718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3406335691740412489&amp;postID=4090844434279474718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/4090844434279474718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406335691740412489/posts/default/4090844434279474718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mothercreek.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginning.html' title='Beginning ...'/><author><name>Nora Place Morbeck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721949679054059896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iTo_heLlXWQ/SHII4SJz2BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ieJ-wT-2ynk/S220/nora+%26+tansy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
