The Healing Horse, Ch. 38, Scene 4: The Riding Lesson

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Young Karen loves dance, and she loves horses. Now, she shares her love of horses by teaching a boy how to gain confidence by overcoming his fears.

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Scene 4: The Riding Lesson

A few minutes later, Karen and Joshua finished saddling and feeding the horses. The crunch of car tires on gravel broke the silence.

Karen ran to the door. A shiny blue Buick station wagon was bumping its way up the rutted drive from the pavement to the barn, with a cloud of dust floating behind it. Karen followed Joshua toward it.

Joshua waved, and the car stopped. A tall, slender man got out of the driver’s side door. His long-sleeved plaid, western-style shirt with pearl snaps looked brand new. So did his Levis and shiny cowboy boots. He clomped a straw cowboy hat on top of his bald head and nodded. The other front door opened, and a tall woman dressed in similar new cowboy duds climbed out.

“Morning, doctors!” said Joshua. “I’m prouder ’n a peacock to have your son here at the ranch. Today, Tim gets a private lesson. After he gets the hang of riding, we will add him to a class to help his socialization. But he’s never been on a horse before, so I want to focus on him today.”

The doctors waved at someone in the vehicle—Karen knew it must be Tim—and then walked the few steps to the corral. Karen noticed they left the motor running and knew it must be for the air conditioning. The air was cool, but the sun was hot, and they did not want their son to swelter in the parked car.

Karen kept silent while the adults discussed Tim and his needs. She knew Joshua had met with the parents the week before, and they had a general plan of therapy for their son. They talked a lot about increasing his self-confidence and giving him the feeling of being in charge of the horse. Karen recalled her first rides on Pegasus and the joy she felt at communicating with him and making a genuine friend. She had not been interested in controlling him or being in charge of anything but her own life, but then her disabilities were much lighter than Tim’s. She brought her mind back to the conversation and reminded herself that she was here for Tim, not for herself.

Joshua suggested they begin by getting Tim up onto the most gentle horse he had. He pointed to an aged mare, a bay with a gentle disposition. He explained he had a special saddle with straps that would help Tim keep his balance, since his legs were both paralyzed. Karen would walk beside the horse while Tim rode. When he felt confident enough, she would hand him the reins.

“And folks,” Joshua concluded. “Don’t be surprised if this takes several sessions. Bein’ up on a horse, having to balance on a moving animal when you have only your hands to work with, ain’t gonna be no roll in the hay. We have to take it slow. We may have some goals of self-confidence in mind for Tim, but he’s likely gonna be struggling to survive this first ride, at least in his own mind.”

The parents both looked uncomfortable. The father forced a smile, but sweat ran from under his hat. His red face was full of the lines of kindness and worry. The mother’s face looked as if it had been set in sadness for many years. She had pretty reddish brown hair under her red western bandana, and her figure was slender and fit, but her green eyes were full of the same guilt as Mama’s.

Joshua said, “We’ve been palaverin’ for a few minutes. Why don’t we get Tim out here so he can join us?”

Karen trailed behind as the adults walked to the station wagon. She had butterflies fluttering in her stomach about giving her first lesson, even though she knew Joshua would be with her every step of the way. For a moment, she paled, and her body turned cold and trembled. Knowing that Tim was older than her and super-intelligent made her apprehensive. She thought Joshua would have her teach small children, not boys who were almost grown up.

Joshua and Karen stood back as the two parents helped their son out of the back seat and into his wheelchair. Tim did not need much help getting from the car to the chair. He put one hand on each arm of the chair. Then, using his upper body strength, he lifted himself into the seat and dragged his legs into position. Karen had never seen anyone do this. Even sitting down, he was as tall as Karen was standing up. He would be taller than his father, if he could stand. He had the same reddish brown hair, and brown eyes, but his hair was thick and curly, and his eyes held a sadness, a sadness that he might never become independent. And the frown that clouded his face reflected his mother’s.

His father introduced him to Joshua and Karen. Tim spoke with a long stutter, but managed to say hello, and he was glad to meet them. Joshua explained that Karen was disabled but had been riding for years and was certified to teach. He added that Tim would be her first student.

When he said that, Tim grimaced and said, “You-you-you mean this girl is going to teach me?”

Joshua said, “Yes. Karen is one of the kindest and most intelligent people I have ever met. She will be a great teacher.”

Tim and his parents glared, but said nothing. Karen beamed. Joshua led them back to the corral, and Karen was amazed that Tim could push his own wheelchair up the dirt road and through the gravel. At the corral, Joshua pointed out the horse he thought Tim should start on.

“This is Daisy. She’s almost as kind as Karen, but not so smart.”

Everyone laughed, even Tim. He looked up at Daisy and raised his eyebrows.

“How am I going to get up on her?”

Joshua laughed. “For that, we have a miracle of modern engineering!” He pointed toward the barn. The crane he used to lift hay bales from the ground up into the barn attic, projected out the front of the barn. He had replaced the heavy iron hook they used to life bales with a contraption of metal bars and straps similar to the ones in a medical hoist.

Joshua had Karen lead Daisy out of the corral and into position in front of the barn. Then he and Karen tugged the straps under Tim’s legs, which was easy to do since Tim lifted his body by pushing down on the wheelchair arms, and Joshua sent Karen up into the barn to operate the winch.

In a few minutes, Tim was on the horse, grasping the pommel with both hands as he struggled to keep his balance.

“Whoa, Daisy,” said Joshua. “Whoa, girl. Stay where you are.”

Joshua explained that as Tim became accustomed to riding, his body would naturally learn to keep its balance. He had seen this with other paraplegic riders. It always took a little time, so the main thing was to give him the help he needed without overdoing it.

“Now, I want Karen to lead Daisy very slowly while Tim’s parents walk along, one on each side. Tim’s very strong in his upper body, so I don’t think he’s in any danger of falling, but if he starts to slide, then his parents and I can help him.”

Karen looked up at Tim. His face was pale and covered with sweat. He looked down at her with an expression as if he were on top of a tall building, peering over the edge. She waited for Joshua’s nod, then took one small step forward. Daisy followed. Tim pursed his lips and nodded. Karen took another step and stopped. Tim’s parents and Joshua moved forward in unison. Karen tried taking two small steps. They went well. Then Daisy shook her head, as horses sometimes do, and Tim slid to his right, toward his mother.

Joshua and Tim’s father grabbed Tim’s left hand and pulled him back upright. Karen held Daisy’s reins. Tim’s mother was pale, terrified at the possibility of her son falling. Joshua and Tim’s father looked a little worried, but not much. Karen looked up at Tim.

He smiled. “I’m OK. I can do this. I want to learn to ride, and I will.”

Joshua congratulated him on his courage, but then suggested that both parents walk on one side while he stayed on the other. The lesson continued for another few minutes, and then Joshua said that was enough. They were doing great, but they should not overdo it.

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 38, Scene 3: Ready to Teach

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This scene is full of good news. Young Karen’s friend Joshua sees a bright future in teaching kids with disabilities how to ride horses.

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Scene 3: Ready to Teach

Jasmine and birdsong filled the air as dawn’s light filled Karen’s bedroom. She inhaled and savored the early morning solitude. The light grew brighter and silhouetted a horse outside her window. Pegasus. He had given up a night’s sleep to watch over her. Did Timmy have a friend like that?

She inhaled again and focused her mind on the positive. Look what I accomplished. Embracing the moment. Studying with Joshua, Saturdays and Sundays for a month. Getting to know the other instructors. Mastering the disability riding instruction. Passing the certification test. I put my mind to it. I believed in myself, and I proved I could do it. It was worth the effort.

Karen threw off the covers, rolled onto her back, and pushed against the mattress with her strong right arm. She lifted both feet into the air and kicked forward. The momentum brought her into a sitting position.

She had a lot to do, and she was ready.

She dressed in black jeans with a white tee shirt and a warm jacket, then tiptoed through the house and out the front door. If she woke Mama, she would have to waste time eating a hearty breakfast. She wasn’t hungry, and she wanted to get going.

On the front porch, she pulled on her riding boots before walking across the lawn to her mentor and mount. “Let’s not wake up Mama.”

She mounted him bareback and headed up the canyon, past Tex’s ranch, toward Joshua’s spread at the top of the hills.

As they entered Joshua’s ranch, Pegasus said, “Today’s your big day. Your first disability riding student.”

“Yes, and I can’t wait to meet him. His name is Timmy. He’s really smart, with an IQ over 140. He had a reaction to a DPT shot, like me. It affected his legs, but his arms and hands are okay. He is growing up and looking for ways to become more independent. He’s pre-admitted to Stanford University, but his body will always be handicapped. And his spirit is wounded, but not broken. He is smart, but can’t imagine he can ever amount to anything other than a burden on those who love him. After all, his parents are brilliant—both medical doctors—and if they cannot help him, then who can?”

“You already know my thoughts on that.”

Joshua’s land looked a lot like Tex’s, but it felt different. The space said Joshua all over it and radiated a spiritual beauty beyond anything Karen had ever imagined. She intuitively knew that in this magical place, with her innate instinct for knowing what people needed, for communicating with them, and for befriending them, she could not only introduce Timmy to horseback riding, but she could help him turn his life in a new direction.

The chilly air smelled of wildflowers and sycamore. Despite her warm jacket, she shivered. As they approached the horse barn, Joshua emerged from the attached shed he now called home.

She slid down from Pegasus’ back. “Joshua, how’s life in the barn?”

He laughed. “Sleeping next to the horses has its advantages. They smell good, and their peaceful breathing relaxes me.”

Pegasus whinnied. “Me, too.”

Joshua said, “Disability riding is starting to take off. I’ll be able to build a house soon. Meanwhile, I am grateful to have a roof over my head.”

As always, he looked at everything positively. Karen helped Joshua saddle the old horses he had rescued. Three were thoroughbreds, former racers, but now old and weak with bones too fragile for running. The other three had been trail horses of the quarter horse breed. They were in better shape, but still too old to carry a person for a full day on a steep trail. All six loved being ridden and were happy they could be of service. She knew because Pegasus had talked with them, and they had told him.

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.

 

The Healing Horse, Ch. 38, Scene 2: Reflections

yin and yang symbolAfter Joshua asks young Karen to teach disabled children how to ride horses, and Mama gives her okay, Pegasus confirms how far Karen has come.

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Scene 2: Reflections

Karen rode home from Gilberto’s in Mama’s car. She thought through the many events taking place in her life. It was like watching a motion picture projector that fed into her visual imagery and mind’s eye. It kept turning, setting off a kaleidoscope of images. So much had changed in the last few months. Her tutoring was making school easier, while Gilberto and Joshua, each in his own way, were giving her new things to do, and showing how proud they were of their budding protégé.

Karen decided to visit Pegasus. Their time together provided essential moments to share, to take time out to help each other, to laugh, to rejoice, and, most importantly, to take time out of their day to reflect and become more one with the all-existent power. Their friendship was vital and fundamental to the essence of both of their beings. It was the very breath that each took to carry on. It was the food that sustained them equally, so they could maintain peace, balance, harmony, and stay content and happy. Their friendship was a reminder to one another to keep on keeping on. It was a reminder of their allegiance to each other and to the wider world.

Karen was nearing the stables when she realized how deep in thought she was. She shook herself out of her daydream. She saw Pegasus turn away from the open stall. He was nibbling on something. What she could not discern. She did not want him to hear her, because she wanted to sneak up on him. She tiptoed silently. First her right foot, then her left. Her paralyzed leg no longer muffled.

“Hey, my friend,” she sang, as she took delight in calling out to him. “I have a lot to tell you.” And that’s just what she did.

“Kitten, I am so very proud of you,” he replied. “Trust in the universe.”

Pegasus was also keenly aware of Karen’s profound new accomplishments and growth.

I’m really glad I am able to be part of Karen’s life. I’m even happier that she allowed me to guide her. She has taken so many positive steps forward, and I’m exceedingly pleased that she is doing so much for herself. I’m so glad she has always been willing to listen to reason. She has been receptive and approachable. I am justifiably proud of her. She has a distinct mission and calling in life, and she will keep discovering this mission and accomplishing it, just as my assignment was to help her.

Now, there was no stopping Karen in her fantastic catapult forward! This emerging drive was evident in every aspect of her life. It was like a light that had been turned on and emblazoned the way forevermore!

As Karen walked home, she felt a magnificent sense of triumph. She had just climbed another peek. Blissful as she was, she remained humble. Her eyelashes fluttered. She grinned. “Thank you for this gift, dear universe.” Her newfound courage had made her feel more resilient and undaunted. “This is a direct result of making all the effort I did to change.” An energy charged her spirit. She felt more insulated and fortified to face life’s challenges. Kitten recognized these mighty, intangible forces within herself. She recognized her own expanding empowerment.

It was like a monumental dance routine coming together. Hope rose. Stars sounded from the sky. She was getting in sync with herself. One experience at a time, her life was becoming better and better. Each day, she believed in herself a wee bit more than the day before.

Intuitively, she felt that there was some kind of supernatural rhyme and reason now. What this rhyme was, she did not know precisely. Perhaps her reason for being was to help someone in the future. Perhaps it was to become a dance teacher some day. Whatever it was, Karen was not going to try to figure it out. It was something bigger than her, and, in due time, it would reveal itself.

The force behind her raison d’être was all-powerful, and by no means was Kitten going to question it. “I am going to trust upon the most high.” She swallowed the taste of accomplishment. Her life was taking form. It had a pattern and a design. It was being molded and shaped like a piece of clay sculpted by an artist soulfully at work. This destiny did not negate her free will. She was an active participant in her life’s journey.

Bedazzled by her observant inner thoughts, she was inspired by a wispy leaf falling from a tree branch. “I now know that with each living experience, comes more trust in the universe, myself, and my place in it.” With a soft, “Ahh,” she affirmed. With more trust came her natural, innate, and instinctive ability to connect with the world. She knew time would pass, and everything would work out. This knowledge made her feel grown up. It gave her a sense of responsibility and an even bigger sense of self-worth and self-esteem. In her growing up, she was going to hold on gently to the reins of life, enjoy the ride, and learn all she could. She had become a good decision maker. She had become more receptive and teachable, more knowledgeable, and aware of all living creatures around her.

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.

 

The Healing Horse, Ch. 38: Trotting Her Way to Happiness, Scene 1: Joshua Needs Help

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Chapter 38 begins with an invitation from Joshua. You know it’s important. Pegasus said so in last week’s scene.

BTW, today is Flag Day. Sunday is Father’s Day. Monday is Juneteenth. Let’s all give thanks for everyone who has worked to make this world better.

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Scene 1: Joshua Needs Help

Karen stepped out of the dance studio into the sunlight of a bright spring afternoon, just as Joshua walked by. There he stood before her once again, with his tall physique, his milk-white, pale complexion and his blond handlebar mustache. She knew that Joshua had devoted his life to bringing happiness to other people’s hearts. He lived each and every moment in accordance with the spiritual laws of the universe, and he cooperated with such enthusiasm that he brought total joy to everyone he met. Similarly, he had a gift for healing those around him by allowing the all-existent power to work in and through him, so that goodness, truth and beauty filled the world around him. Pleasantly surprised to see him, she knew deep in her heart that Joshua had been one of the first to nurture and believe in her. All her relationships and triumphs had begun with that magnificent, critical day at the carousel, and with him at her side. She realized that if there were one person she most wanted to be like, it would be Joshua.

He looked back at her. She sensed that a new phase of life was blossoming for her. Why now? Then she remembered Pegasus’ prediction.

“Hey, Joshua, how’s your ranch going?”

His eyes glistened with excitement. “It’s goin’ real well, darlin’. But there’s one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“Training my instructors to teach youngsters with disabilities. I need teachers with more than horse riding know how.”

“Sure. They need to know about disabilities.”

He looked into her eyes. “Karen, I keep thinking of you as a little girl learning to ride a carousel horse, but you’re growing up. Now you’re a young lady, and you might be the answer to my problem. You can be the bridge between the instructors and the disabled kids. You’re articulate and easy to get along with. You can speak for the kids, who can’t speak for themselves. Will you help out? You can be my advocate instructor.”

Karen curled her toes to keep her balance. “I’d love to, but I’ve never taught anybody, and I’m only fourteen. I’m too young to even drive a car.”

Joshua grinned and winked. “You know horses, and you know disabled kids. You can do it.”

Kitten put her right hand on her heart. She felt Joshua’s sincerity. Her nervousness changed to joy. She remembered what Pegasus had told her and it gave her the courage to respond from her heart.

“I feel honored, but teach me to become a disability riding instructor. I’m happy to advocate, but I need to teach and give my all.”

“Consider it done. I always wanted you on my team. I would not have my disability riding ranch if it wasn’t for you. You gave me the drive to accomplish this. You helped me keep sight of what was important.”

As Karen relished these sweet words and the feelings behind them, Mama came out of Gilberto’s studio. “Joshua, what a treat to see you! How are things going at the ranch?”

“It’s going well, but I have a favor to ask. I need an instructor at my ranch who knows horses and who knows disabled kids. I reckon you know who I mean.”

“Karen?”

He nodded. “I’ll give her everything she needs to get certified. We have almost forty students now. I know from what Karen has accomplished, she will be a blessing.”

Mama thought for a moment. “Karen has something extraordinary to give. Of course, I think so. I’m her mother. If you see it, too, then I won’t stand in her way.”

Joshua grinned again. “You won’t be sorry. Your girl is gonna change what the world thinks people with disabilities can do.”

Karen gleamed, too happy to speak. She and Mama threw their arms around Joshua. Karen felt her true self blossoming.

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 37, Scene 7: Reflecting with Pegasus

When young Karen reflects with her spiritual mentor, he confirms she has developed the ability to live in the moment and to watch her thoughts and feelings come and go without letting them carry her away. Today, we have the vocabulary to understand this. In the early sixties, we did not. Big thanks to Tara Brach for teaching the world about radical compassion!

Part 1 – Radical Compassion – Loving Ourselves and Our World into Healing

Scene 7: Reflecting with Pegasus

Karen hopped out of Mama’s Chevy and waved goodbye from the dusty ranch parking lot. The day had gone better than expected. She was still exhausted. She trudged to the barn. No Pegasus. She walked to the meadow. There he was. He knew how to enjoy a clear winter evening. Nothing got him down. She looked up into the black sky sparkling with silver stars and inhaled the sweet country air. Yes. Life was good.

She walked to him and leaned against his solid, warm side. “Hey boy, I’m back from another clinic and eval. Here’s what happened…”

He nodded and whinnied before speaking. “You are doing fine, staying the course—listening, hearing, but not taking negative comments personally. You are achieving more than people expect. Going beyond their limiting ideas about you. Your reasoning is becoming clear as crystal. You are taking all sides into account as you unravel the knots of untruth. You are blending the spiritual world with everyday reality. Keep going! Keep mastering those moments when your mind can become foggy. Remain the master of your mind, even when people deliberately try to cloud it. Transcend their expectations. Continue as the wise, honest, caring person you are, and let nothing impede the beauty that you possess!”

She hugged him. “Thanks, Pegasus. You always put life into perspective.”

“One other thing, Kitten. Someone you know is about to rethink his opinion of you and your abilities. He has an important message about how you can use horses to help other disabled children. When you see him, be wise and agree to try what he wants, even if it seems impossible.”

“You mean Joshua?”

“I have said enough. You will find out soon.”

With these words in her mind, she walked home and fell asleep without eating dinner.

Karen had learned to accept her feelings and allow them to dissipate on their own, naturally. She did not fight them anymore. She knew that if she could accept what was happening in the moment, the feelings would gradually pass. Her thoughts were things she could control, along with her emotions. Through self-care, self-compassion, and radical acceptance, she had made peace within herself.

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 17, Scene 6: Evaluation

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This scene continues the upbeat tone of the chapter. Young Karen is thirteen and full of life. More importantly, she is learning to advocate for herself.

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Scene 6: Evaluation

Mama put her arm around Karen’s shoulder as they stood outside the PT room door. “Deep breath, my Krana Layala. We can do this.”

Karen hugged her back and breathed deeply before pulling open the heavy door with her strong right hand. “After you, Mama.”

She followed her mother into the room, and the atmosphere differed completely from the morning clinic. Dr. Lambert was missing, and so were the experts who had been there to watch his performance in the morning. Somehow, the room looked like it had more light in it. She took another deep breath. Maybe she could relax now.

Principal Stephanie Sinclair paused from rearranging the chairs. “Katie and Karen! it’s good to see you both.”

Her voice was always soothing; completely different from Lambert’s high-pitched whine. She straightened her red skirt suit jacket and patted her bouffant into place. With her heavy eye makeup, she looked like Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra, but dressed like Lady Bird Johnson.

Mama held out her hand to shake. “Let us help with the chairs, Principal Sinclair.”

“This isn’t a formal meeting. You can call me Stephie like always. And thank you.”

Karen smiled as the two women hugged, and then she helped them move the chairs into a circle.

They sat down with Karen and Mama next to the principal, so they were included in the group, not a passive audience listening to experts. Miss Kimiko, Karen’s Occupational Therapist, came in with Karen’s classroom teacher, and the physical therapist who had replaced Mrs. Pinzetti followed them. They all sat down.

Principal Stephie held up a piece of lined notebook paper. “Dr. Lambert was called away, so he won’t be joining us. His notes say Karen’s gate has improved dramatically. Her back is much straighter. But we already knew that.”

She nodded to the two therapists. “He recommends continuing her therapies.”

Miss Kimiko smiled and clapped her hands. “My little kitten. I love working with her.”

“And he says dancing won’t hurt her, so why don’t we write that into the IEP? I hear Karen put on quite the performance for him.”

“Yes!” Karen said with a grin.

“And that’s it for Dr. Lambert.” Principal Stephie tucked the paper into her notebook and rolled her eyes. “Now, what else?” She looked at Karen.

“English and History are hard for me. Could I get tutoring?”

“Yes. I can try to arrange that.”

Karen looked up at Principal Stephie, and then at her mother. She realized the adults in the circle were smiling at her. They were all on her side. She beamed.

Principal Stephie wrote in her notebook and stood up. “Between the tutoring and your determination to learn, you will make great progress. The meeting is done, and you have a new IEP.”

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 37, Scene 5: Lunch with Mama

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Young Karen’s delightful day continues as she lunches with Mama and plans the afternoon evaluation. She needs more academic tutoring, and that’s what they will ask for. Dr. Lambert can’t stop her now!

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Scene 5: Lunch with Mama

Karen danced through the cafetorium doors and up to the counter. She grabbed a vanilla yogurt and a pack of fresh strawberries, then danced back and sat down next to her Mama. They hugged.

“Mama, I like that electric blue skirt suit. You must have been able to get away from work after all.”

Mama smiled and sipped her black coffee. She took the brace out of Karen’s hand. “My boss gave me the afternoon off. What’s with this thing and the tap shoes?”

“I danced for Dr. Lambert and the experts.”

“Did they applaud?”

“No. They just stared.”

“I’ll bet. And what did the good doctor have to say?”

“That his prescribed therapies were working wonders, because Gilberto’s dance lessons couldn’t be helping. And I don’t need the brace anymore.”

Mama shook her head and sipped her black coffee. “That makes sense. They have their positions to defend. They don’t want dance instructors competing with them for insurance and government money. You didn’t lose your temper, did you?”

Karen noticed her mother’s tired eyes and hoped she was not adding to the stress. “I did say something about dance producing dancers and therapies producing cripples.”

Mama rolled her eyes and hugged Karen again. “That’s my Krana Layala. Gilberto will die laughing when he hears.”

Karen nodded. She couldn’t wait to tell him. And Pegasus too. “What about this afternoon, Mama? You don’t suppose Dr. Lambert will try to get his revenge on me?”

“Probably not. I don’t think he can do anything to hurt you. Unless he makes some horrible recommendations, we should focus on getting you more academic tutoring.”

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 37, Scene 4: Clinic

In this scene, young Karen not only shows the experts that dance could do what their therapies could not, she says goodbye to her leg brace for good.

The video clip is of me, the grownup Karen, dancing and talking about the impact of dance on my life. It also shows my teacher, the famous Al Gilbert, talking about this from a teacher’s point of view.

Scene 4: Clinic

The next day, Karen found herself once again sitting on a hard, wooden chair in the hallway outside the Physical Therapy room. It was the day of her winter clinic, and once again, Mama could not attend. With the brace strapped around her left leg, Karen felt like a helpless little girl about to face the mighty experts who would determine her future.

Then she heard Pegasus’ voice in her mind. “Dance. Take off the brace and show them what you can do.”

Yes! She would show them. Karen dug into the dance bag she now carried with her everywhere and changed into her tap shoes. She unstrapped the brace. She warmed up with simple shuffles and hops, and in a moment had forgotten why she was in that dismal hallway, again.

She did not know how long she had been dancing when the door to the Physical Therapy room opened and Dr. Lambert looked out. He cleared his throat, and she stopped dancing. He was still tall and fat, and he still wore a gray suit with a gray tie, his bald head covered with tiny beads of sweat, but now there was a difference. She was not afraid of him. He did not know this.

He looked up from his clipboard with a frown. He did not know her by name. “Karen Hearshstein. Is that you? You look different from last fall, and you are dancing. I would not believe it, but I just saw it. Come in for your clinic.”

His frown deepened into a glare as he spoke the last few words and pivoted away from her. She followed him in with her taps clicking on the linoleum floor. As usual, there were several rows of graduate students and interns seated auditorium style on hard steel folding chairs.

She felt like the star in a freak show to entertain them. The horrible Mrs. Pinzetti and Mrs. DeLuca from a few years before were gone, and the new therapists were nicer, but no one helped her like Gilberto. Her life was now devoted to helping others through dance, so she would cooperate with the experts, even the detestable Dr. Lambert. They would be happy to learn that dance had done for her what their therapies could not.

Dr. Lambert took her through the steps of the clinic. He examined her spine and commented that it was much straighter. He examined her gate and her heel cords. As always, he treated her like a trained animal that could respond to simple vocal commands.

After a few minutes, he turned to the assembly of experts. “When I first treated this girl, I thought she would never walk. She was diagnosed with paralysis on the left side, and no one saw any hope for her. I recommended to her mother that we amputate her left leg and arm so that her little body could put its energy into developing the right side, which is not paralyzed. We even recommended hospitalization at Sonoma.”

Several of the experts gasped and talked among themselves. The horrors of Sonoma were no longer a secret.

Dr. Lambert continued. “Over the years, the mother stubbornly insisted that we not perform any surgeries to improve her daughter’s life, and she refused to even discuss the Sonoma option. Regardless of scientific evidence, she would not budge. During last fall’s clinic and eval, she reported that her daughter had begun dance lessons. I told her I thought that might be enjoyable for the child, but not to expect any significant physical improvements from it. The testing we did showed a slight improvement in Karen’s gate and overall strength, but nothing unusual. However, we now see major improvements. Karen, please dance a little for us.”

Without speaking, Karen did a few shuffles before spinning across the floor with one Maxi Ford turn after another.

“That’s enough, Karen.”

She stopped. He continued. “Today, I found that Karen’s heel cords appear quite normal. You can see that she no longer needs the brace to walk, and her left leg—the one we thought would be paralyzed forever—can now bear weight and even propel her upward, so she can hop into the air with it. Her back is almost straight, too. This is all scientifically impossible. There is no known therapy that could have produced these results. The only conclusion is that we misdiagnosed Karen, and so the therapies she received at school produced this unexpected result. It could not have been the dance lessons, which are for amusement only.”

He sniffed. “Karen, you may go to lunch now. We will continue with your evaluation this afternoon.”

Karen picked up her dance bag and brace. “What should I do with the brace? I don’t need it anymore. Could I give it to a child who needs it?”

Dr. Lambert’s upper lip curled. “Take it with you. I certainly don’t want it. Now, go!”

For a moment, Karen frowned back. Then, she gave him her most dazzling smile and danced out of the room, spinning in one Maxi Ford turn after another, her eyes focused on the doctor’s face, using it as a stable reference point to maintain her orientation. In the doorway, she did a routine of shuffles in place, faster and faster until the taps on her shoes created a rainbow of rhythm that even the experts could not ignore. Some of them swayed with her rhythm.

As suddenly as she began dancing, she stopped. The experts froze with her, eyes fixed upon her. She quoted Dr. Lambert. “‘There is no known therapy that could have produced these results.’ But, there is dance. This is dance. I am dance. Dance produces dancers. Known therapies produce cripples.”

She jumped into the air, clicked her heel taps together, and whirled down the hallway to the cafetorium, repeating Maxi Ford turns and ball changes as Dr. Lambert and the experts stared through the PT room door.

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.

 

The Healing Horse, Ch. 37, Scene 3: The Mirror

In this scene, Karen’s endless practice pays off. She performs the difficult Maxi Ford turn while waiting for her dance lesson. On a personal note, without my beloved mother’s love and encouragement, none of this would have happened. Happy Mother’s Day to every mom in the world!

Here’s a lovely video of some young kids having fun doing Maxi Ford turns.

 

 

Scene 3: The Mirror

The next day, Karen rode to the studio with Mama. Someone had canceled, and Gilberto wanted to give her a free lesson. They hurried through the doors.

Inside, Miss Devine pursed her lips. “I’m sorry. There was some miscommunication. The boy we thought canceled showed up, anyway. But Gilberto can teach you in an hour.”

Karen frowned, but only for a second. She had an idea. “Is one of the dance studios free? I could practice until Gilberto is ready for me.”

“Yes. The small one.”

“That should be perfect. Is it okay with you, Mama?”

“Yes, but I’d like to run some errands. See you in a couple of hours.”

Karen kissed Mama goodbye and skipped down the hall to the empty studio. Inside, she looked into the wall of mirrors. Without the distraction of the other students in the room, she could see what she really looked like. She got a new perspective on herself and on how she wanted to look.

Within herself she did not feel disabled, but when she looked into the mirror, her reflection staggered her. Her left arm bent at an angle when she lifted it. It would not stay straight like her right. It remained at a 45 degree slant. And her hips were uneven because her left leg was three-quarters of an inch shorter than the right. Her body needed a lot of work.

If she wanted to become a teacher, she would have to train her left arm not to hike up whenever her right was in motion. She had to train those motor areas in her brain to work for her, just as she did with her left leg.

She would become even more disciplined and do anything to make her body strong so it could do the movements her brain told it to. Her strong lion arm would assist her left kitten arm. She was not afraid to show her vulnerability or her strength to the world.

What she saw in the mirror taught her love, unconditional acceptance, and humility. She would give the same to everyone that she was learning to give to herself. Like an oyster in a shell, she would develop her mind and body into a perfectly cultured pearl.

A dancer’s posture is perfect. Dancers stand tall and are proud of themselves. She vowed to give herself the same.

To be a real dancer, her body needed to look like a dancer’s. She gave herself an affirmation:

Through dance, I stand tall and proud. Through dance, I am a dancer.

This was now her motivation, then she thought, This is all wonderful. But if I don’t stop looking in the mirror and thinking about my posture, I’ll never start practicing. Now to become like the beautiful Bolshoi ballerina I met the other night.

She luxuriated in practicing her steps over the full area of the studio floor. First, with the elementary steps, she became more and more engrossed as she moved on to more advanced steps.

The Maxi Ford turn is named after a famous vaudeville tap dancer of the 1940s. Karen had watched Gilberto teaching it to some of the other students, and she had been secretly practicing it at home. She put her hands on her hips for balance and focused her eyes on the wall clock. Then she began the move. She stepped hard with her right foot, transferring all her weight onto that leg. Then she did a shuffle, a quick forward and back motion against the floor with her left foot, which made her body spin to the right, so she landed on her left foot and tapped the floor behind her left foot with her right toe. She repeated the motion, faster and faster, spinning across the floor from one wall to the other, where she reversed, stamped onto her left foot and did Maxi Ford turns the other way, back across the floor. Faster and faster, she spun, back and forth, back and forth, lost in the music and the movement of the dance.

A draft of cool air passed over her face and broke her concentration. She stopped dancing and turned to the studio door. Gilberto stood in it, tears of joy streaming down his face.

“Sweetheart, you’re dancing like a pro and without your brace. You don’t need that brace at all anymore.”

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.

 

The Healing Horse, Ch. 37, Scene 2: The New Class

Image of welcome mat made with pink glitter

In the previous scene, young Karen’s teacher (Al Gilbert in real life) promotes her to a more advanced dance class. Her devotion and determination are paying off. But how will the other students in the new class react to her? Read and find out…

(Image by Damu ravindra pawar, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons)

Scene 2: The New Class

The next day, as Mama drove her through the afternoon traffic from school to Gilberto’s, Karen stared out the window in silence. Would the students in the new class accept her, or would they tease her because of her disability? What if she could not dance as well as Gilberto thought? She shook her head and cleared these negative thoughts from her mind. Gilberto would never put her into an embarrassing or humiliating situation. And she was ready for anything.

Mama parked. “Sweetheart, enjoy your new class. I have errands to run. See you in an hour.”

Mama would not be at the class. Karen would be alone. That was a surprise. No. Gilberto would be there at her side. She would be fine. Karen forced a smile. “Okay, Mama.”

She grabbed her dance case and ran through the studio door and into a changing room. A few minutes later, she walked down the hall. It seemed longer and darker than usual. Gilberto’s voice came muffled through a door, followed by the giggles of girls. Her new class. She took a deep breath and stood up straight.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall red-haired girl smiled at her. “Hi! I’m Ginger. You must be Karen. I’ve seen you around but never got to meet you.”

She stuck out her hand, and they shook. Then the dozen other girls and boys in the class took turns welcoming her. She felt at home with them.

Gilberto beamed. “Class, this is Karen. She just earned a promotion to your class, and she’s gonna do great! Let’s dance.”

Karen took her usual place at the barre and followed along as Gilberto demonstrated the dance routine the class had been working on before the break.

“You’re all doing great! You’re looking good. Let’s everyone move to the center of the studio so we can practice our routine. Remember to listen to the music and the beat.”

He turned on the music. “It’s a one and a two and a hop…”

The class leaped into motion, and Karen kept up with them. For her, it was a new routine, but she knew all the steps, and Gilberto’s demonstration had burned it into her memory.

She felt almost as if she were in a dream, watching her body perform the steps with grace. The long hours of practice were bearing fruit. She was dancing. She was becoming a dancer. As long as she could practice, she could learn anything. Her self-doubts melted away.

Original text ©2023 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved.