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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABlack Horse Consulting specializes in all aspects of Horse & Human – mind, body, and spirit. Owner Cindy Leigh McGinley offers shamanic counseling/healing, past life regression, heart-centered hypnosis, intuitive counseling, and equine-assisted learning & empowerment under the umbrella term of Spirited Life & Wellness Coaching. Her skills and expertise combine to help you make the changes necessary in your life in order to achieve your goals in alignment with your highest ideals and spiritual values – so that you can ultimately find the happiness and inner peace that may seem elusive right now. And if you share your life with a horse, you will definitely be interested in BHC’s unique equine wellness services designed to enhance your horse’s happiness, too!

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Falling in Love, Again…and Again…

hand_paw imageI can’t stop falling in love.

Yes, it’s true. I’ve been in love so many times I’ve lost count. I fall in love at the drop of a hat. At first eye contact, or sometimes at first touch. Maybe it takes until the first snuggle or the first kiss, but I guarantee, I will be in love. Oh yes, I will be in love. Some people would say I fall in love too easily, but I’m not sure. I’ve been told I am destined for a broken heart, and yes, that has happened more times than I would like over my lifetime. But I can’t help myself. I just can’t.  [Read more...]

Alf: Three Months Later

Alf on His Last Day

Alf on His Last Day

I feel the need to write about Alf. It has been almost 3 months since he died, and we are coming up on his birthday (on Thursday, July 10). My friend and mentor, Michele Grace, says it takes 12 moons to process through bereavement, and I need to share how the grieving process is working for me. I find that I am very reluctant to even write about it for fear of raising painful emotions (painful emotions that I am, quite frankly, tired of feeling), but I know that the only way out of grief is to plow headlong through it. You can’t go around it; it can’t be avoided. You have to wring every bit of anguish out of your heart before it can truly heal. That is how the sensation feels, this grief – as though my heart is being wrung out.

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Word of the Day: Compassion

Mirriam-Webster says that compassion is:

sympathetic consciousness of others’ distress together with a desire to alleviate it; [in other words], a feeling of wanting to help someone who is sick, hungry, in trouble, etc.

Today’s thoughts about compassion:

I find it interesting that compassion seems to have a relationship to empathy. As an empath and a deeply compassionate person, I have been crying all morning because of animals in pain, confusion, and suffering. I want to help them. I want to alleviate their distress. Unfortunately, I am too far away from most of them to help, or the damage has already been done and there is nothing left to do but weep — and then spread education so the same thing doesn’t happen again.

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Word of the Day: Expressive

My helping spirits have given me a new discipline. They want me to start a “Word of the Day” blogging practice to help make (or keep) us aware of the power of words. I expect to give the dictionary definition and then muse about the word for a bit, what it means and perhaps what kind of power it holds for me.

Now, just because this is “Word of the Day,” don’t expect it every day. I will only be blogging on words that resonate or reach out to me on certain days. If a day or two goes by without a word, it’s not a big deal. The idea is awareness.

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My First Near-Death Experience

(An excerpt from my soon-to-be-released book)

human soul In this life, I have almost died twice. I say almost died, because I never went into the light, the way people often describe. But I was out of my body and aware of what was happening around me as a spirit this first time. It happened when I was about 5 years old, and it remains a vivid memory.

I loved raw potatoes, and would always beg a chunk of potato from my mother when she was cutting them up to cook for supper. I received my chunk of potato and was happily munching away in our living room when I heard the back door open and what I thought was my father’s voice. I thought he was arriving home from work, and started to run out to greet him the way I always did when he came home. I stubbed my toe on the end table leg in the process, started crying, and inhaled the potato.

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