By Kathy Pike.
Once during a cold northern winter, I headed south to teach with horses in Tucson, Arizona. The day was perfect to be playing with horses, not too hot or too cold, and there was no wind.
During this personal development program I was able to work with Evelyn, a therapist from North Carolina that was soft-spoken and often sat with her eyes gazing downward, avoiding visual contact with others in the group. This kind and sensitive soul was preparing to work with a substantial Belgian horse by the name of Rawhide.