Prior to the session, she took me aside and indicated that she did not want to step into the arena with the horse. Certainly, there was a theme, but she did not want to face it, right there, that day. Not in front of her colleagues. I said that that was fine for me. Somewhere halfway through the day, we had at that time had three people in the arena with the horse, I asked the group who wanted to be next. A client came forward and sat beside me. This is how we usually start a session: an introductory interview by asking the client what it is they would like to look at.
In the meantime the horse moved and then stood still at the edge of the rope of the arena, right in front of the lady, who had told me she did not want to have a session with the horse.
I saw this happen corner of my eye, but decided to continue with the client next to me after all. Especially since the lady to whom the horse was focused now, had indicated not wanting to work with the horse that day.
Against my better judgment I invited the client next to me to step into the arena. The horse seemed to focus even more on the lady, who did not want to step into the arena.
I looked sideways and between the horse and the lady a sort of exchange was already taking place. To the extend that other group members moved their chairs and thus created a kind of workspace for this process.
For the client standing in the arena it was now clear that the horse, at that time, was not available to her and to her question. I asked the client to step out of the arena and I suggested continuing with her question at a later point.
The lady, who was sitting on the side, seemed to now increasingly open up to what was happening between her and the horse.
It was an impressive sight: the horse at a distance of 1,5 meters, behind the rope, motionless without even moving a single hair and completely focused on the woman. She on her chair, her hands folded in her lap, her head slightly facing down. The group was dead silent and still, as if no one was breathing at all.
Looking at this image the following sentence came to me: ’When it is my time, I will follow you, my sweet child.’ I had hardly heard the sentence in my head or the woman muttered ever so softly: ‘I’ve seen it, I see it now.’ She looked at me for a moment and nodded as a sign to me that we could continue.
Afterwards she told me to be grateful that the session had taken place spontaneously, after all and that she could give for her deceased son a place in her heart.
(translation: Clara te Veldhuis-Vrielink)