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The barn wakes prior to the sun. Unguis shift on bedding, a mare sighs right into the quiet, ingests telephone call from the treeline. You enter that hush, lungs filling with the cool of hay and planet, and what you lug from the week loosens a notch. Steeds have a means of asking us to show up as we are, then fulfill us in the here and now. Mindful mornings make room for that meeting. I have assisted numerous sessions in this home window in between very first light and t

The gelding before me, a wide-eyed sorrel with a crescent of white on his forehead, is breathing like a bellows. Beside him, a teen called Eli is working hard to be still. It is not working out. His feet tap a fast rhythm, his hands twist the end of a lead rope, his eyes skitter across the sector. I ask Eli what his breath is doing. He shrugs. The horse snorts and turns an ear toward him. We count together, 4 in, four out, and I show him how to broaden his position so his k