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]]>Thirty years ago, when I was an terrified and insecure Stanford freshman, I used to get on my bicycle and ride north from campus on Alameda delas Pulgas and up Alpine Road into the mountains, screaming my anxieties to the blue jays and looking for redwood trees to hug. God, I wish that I had known to turn right on the road in to Webb Ranch! What I needed then (and now) was horses and mud and green grass to touch and smell and taste in my soul.
I realize that Horses and Medicine is a med school class whose purpose is to help the students become better doctors in the future. But it seems clear that in the present time (Wednesday afternoons from 12:30 to 3) that the equally important purpose is -- or at least can be -- to help the students acquire a new paradigm for seeing lots of things in the world differently, not just horses and patients. If nothing else, this is 3 hours of fresh air and "down time" that you might not allow yourself when the clamour of other responsibilites becomes too strong. ENJOY!
As many a cowboy philosopher has been creditied with saying,
"The outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man."
Liz Carey (princessbasia@yahoo.com My horse's name is Basia.)
]]>It may appear odd that a few hundred pound, four-legged, hairy and somewhat smelly creature would be associated with the vulnerable patient who walks in to the doctor's office, but there is much to be said for the association. What was most striking to me was the window I saw into the world of the horses and, in particular, to their language. Our first assignment was to observe the horses as they came galloping down from the hill to the corral. Through their "language" they paired up and slowly reestablished their hierarchy--recreating their community in a new location. They used a wide toolbox of nonverbal signals including ear placement, nudging and distance to guide, for instance, Dream to a specific place. Just through orientation of the ears, they could describe to their fellow horses whether they were fearful, calm and inquisitive, or angry and aggressive.
To me, this communication was curious and opened up a pandora's box of questions regarding horse communication. I also realized that to be their true health advocate--as I would be as their physician--I would need to understand this language and, ideally, learn to speak it. While I was not about to start twitching my ears in hopes that Dream would realize that I was "calm and inquisitive" (but not fearful, or worse yet, angry), I did begin to learn how Dream communicated with her fellow horses.
With this, I look forward to my continued excursions to the satellite campus at Webb Ranch.
Anna
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