Healing with Horses: Sunshine, Rosie, Sunrise

Sunshine: My First Horse, My Teacher

Sunshine, my first horse, was an absolute angel. I made all my early mistakes with her, and she tolerated every one of them with patience and grace. She lived to 35 and guided me through the early years of horse ownership with a temperament that could calm any storm.

She was loving with people, gentle with the herd, and willing in every task. Wherever we boarded, Sunshine became the sweetheart of the barn. She taught me the rhythm of partnership, the importance of consistency, and the quiet power of empathy.

When Sunshine suffered impaction colic and passed away, I was heartbroken. Rosie, her companion at the time, suddenly needed a new herd mate — and I needed a way forward. That loss opened the door to the next chapter: Sunrise.

Rosie: The Difficult Fireball

Rosie had been labeled untrainable. Eight owners in eight years had given up on her, and she was on the brink of being sent to auction. I bought her to spare her from that fate, fully aware she was a project — and fully unaware of how much she would change me.

Her early life had left its mark. She was reactive, protective, and deeply sensitive. Even simple tasks like touch or hoof care could trigger resistance. But behind all that fire was intelligence, intuition, and a fierce will to survive.

Her first breakthrough came with the farrier. After a disastrous initial visit, he refused to trim her without sedation. Two failed attempts later, I convinced him to work with Koelle, our equine trainer. Within an hour, Rosie lifted her hooves calmly and consecutively — a moment that felt like witnessing a miracle.

Rosie’s intuition was extraordinary. She read energy with precision.

The day I arrived at the barn after my accident — disheveled, injured, and emotionally raw — she recognized it instantly. She nickered loudly, nuzzled me gently, and made it clear she knew something was wrong. She didn’t need touch to understand vulnerability.

Through years of partnership, Rosie taught me boundaries, patience, and the kind of trust that must be earned, not assumed. Her lessons remain part of me.

Sunrise: The Companion Who Chose Me

After Sunshine’s passing, Rosie needed a friend. That search led me to Sunrise, an eight‑year‑old Peruvian Paso mare who had been rescued and professionally trained.

Sunrise was everything Rosie wasn’t — calm, brave, steady, and deeply attuned to her rider. On her first day, we performed Monty Roberts’ join‑up in the round pen. She approached me directly, stopped in front of me, and the rescue owner said, “She just chose you.” And she had.

Her past had been difficult. She and her lifelong companion, Conquistador, had been rescued from neglect. But she had also been trained in California, competing successfully and earning ribbons at the Pomona Championship Horse Show.

Watching Sunrise and Rosie together was a study in herd dynamics. Sunrise initially dominated Rosie, chasing her from hay piles. But one day, Rosie stood her ground — a flash of teeth, a burst of energy, and years of suppressed confidence finally released. From that moment on, Rosie never had to defend her food again.

Sunrise became my trusted trail horse — calm, protective, and reliable. She taught me the value of steadiness, intention, and partnership.

Lessons from the Herd

Each horse taught me something different, something essential:

  • Sunshine taught consistency, grace, and the gentle foundation of partnership.
  • Rosie taught resilience, intuition, and the courage to set boundaries.
  • Sunrise taught stability, bravery, and the quiet strength of reliability.

Together, they reshaped my understanding of leadership, communication, and presence. Horses speak through energy, not words. They respond to intention, not performance. They mirror our emotional truth whether we want them to or not.

The Enduring Gift of Horses

Even after their passing, their lessons remain. Rosie’s intuition, Sunshine’s patience, and Sunrise’s courage continue to guide me — in the barn, in relationships, and in life.

Horses are not just animals. They are teachers, companions, and mirrors of our emotional selves. They remind us that trust is earned, calm is powerful, and connection requires presence.

Their gift endures — in memory, in wisdom, and in the way I move through the world.

Part of the “Lessons from the Herd” series

© Jeanie Elizabeth — All Rights Reserved  

Feathers in the Wind

Today marks the first anniversary of my husband, David’s, death. In the quiet moments, my heart still aches.  My inner goddess continuously persuades me to get out and enjoy life.  She who cannot be ignored wisely infers that no one leaves a lasting imprint by tiptoeing through life.

In the early weeks following David’s death, the stillness woke me.  In the dark of night, I understood why people feared silence.  His memory invaded my every thought.  It was like a wicked form of torture.   I went through the motions of daily life feeling like the walking wounded. I still hear his voice in my head scolding or encouraging.  We knew each other so intimately that he would have a thought at the same time I verbalized it.   I know exactly what he would say to me in every instance.  It is comforting to feel David’s presence.

I planned to spend this weekend on a healing ride through Monument Valley with a Navajo guide named Joe. Unfortunately, the Tribal Park is closed due to the Covid-19 outbreak. Instead, I spent a quiet morning with my horses.  While snuggling my palomino, Sunrise, a small grey feather floated in space, landing near my feet.   The feather was noticed earlier in the week but disappeared. As if on cue, it reappeared today. Twirling in the breeze, it eventually landed on the toe of my fringed moccasin.  Native Americans believe the feather is a powerful symbol.   Feathers arrive unexpectedly, but always with purpose.  When a feather falls to earth, it carries a message to a living being.  The feather brings inner strength from a loved one. The symbolism is overwhelming and the hair stands up on my arms and neck.

Until you experience indelible loss, you cannot understand what it does to a person’s soul.  Life can be painful and heart-rending. The pain of loss is immeasurable. The most devastating endings usher in the next chapter in life. Over the last year, intense grief has become profound sadness.  There comes a moment when you realize everything has changed.  

I truly believe people come into our life with purpose.  The people we meet along the path teach us lessons, help us to grow emotionally, and force us to realize special moments. There are no mistakes or failures, just an evolution in time.  Each chapter in life teaches us what doesn’t work; thereby, forcing us to focus on what we need.  

A year has passed, yet here I sit with tears streaming down my face.  It is through grief that we learn to value the present.  Each of us is the architect of our life story.  Every chapter must be worth reading.  

Written April 26, 2020

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