Belinda Bolsenbroek Academy

What the Body Does After Trauma
Four horses. Four timeframes. Ten minutes, three weeks, two months, four months.

I’d like to share some rehab work with you. This is the first in a series of four posts, each following a different horse through reorganisation after trauma.

This horse slipped on concrete at a stable entrance, tearing key structures of the thoracic sling, and severely tearing his left hamstring. I’ll share more of his journey soon. Both photos are taken in the same spot in the arena, ten minutes apart.

The first image shows more than a hollow behind the shoulder. Look at the whole image: the deep pocket behind the scapula where the tissues draw inward, the light catching unevenly across the shoulder as the fascia pulls, threading a striated pattern through the coat. The tight lines at the junction of shoulder and neck. The superficial fascia lies just beneath the skin and is directly connected to it. When fascial tension increases under protective neuromuscular loading, it pulls the overlying skin and hair with it, displacing the coat from its resting lie. What might look like a coat problem is a tension map. The shoulder no longer sits freely against the trunk. The whole anterior structure carries more than its share.

When movement organisation is disrupted by injury, by pain, by a single event the body cannot fully absorb, the nervous system immediately begins redistributing load to keep the horse functional. Structures not designed to stabilise begin stabilising; structures designed to transmit force begin holding instead. The horse keeps moving. You might not see the reorganisation until it has already become dysfunction.

What you are looking at is compensation. Not failure. Intelligent, rapid, whole-system reorganisation around a problem the body cannot yet resolve any other way.

If we understand the body as a perfectly competent system, our role becomes clear. We do not create the healing or impose the shape. We understand the organisation, the oscillation, the architecture, and at the right place, at the right time, we offer the conditions the system needs to reorganise itself.

The second image is ten minutes later. Ground work that returned oscillation through the ribcage, returning the system to its own balance. When oscillation returns, the thoracic sling begins to support the trunk correctly again. The protective neuromuscular holding that was preventing free fascial glide releases, not because it was stretched or worked through repetition, but because the system no longer needed it.

The shoulder comes back into the body. The hollow fills, the divots over the shoulder soften, and the coat begins to lie flat. The tension lines are not entirely resolved yet, but close.

The tissue was always capable of moving freely. It was the protective organisation around it that prevented it, and that dissolved the moment the body rediscovered oscillatory flow.

Next time you are with your horse, let your eye move across the whole picture. The coat, the light. Can you see strong lines pulling anywhere? Share what you notice in the comments, a photo if you have one. 🧡

Sit beside a sleeping foal and slow your breathing until it matches the foal’s. Then slow it further.

In thirty seconds, sometimes less, the foal’s breathing will slow with yours.

You have not touched it, or made a sound.

Two nervous systems find each other without agenda.

This is where education begins. Not in the arena. Not with a method. Here, in the quiet.

Once, I watched a coach bring a rider and horse in front of an audience at the end of an intense lesson. He wanted to show them something he had noticed. Something he thought was good.

He reached toward the neck and shoulder, pointed to a sweat patch, and said: you see this? This is good. This shows the horse has worked here.

The rider smiled. The audience nodded.

You are in the presence of someone who carries authority. The people around you confirm it. Someone with a name, a reputation, a lifetime of accolades is telling you it went well. Of course you smile.

But what was pointed to was friction.

The muscles overlying the mid and lower cervical region, C5-C6, are not designed to carry concentrated load. They are built for phasic, elastic work, brief, coordinated, shared across the whole structure. They participate in movement. They are not designed to manage imbalance.

When the thoracic sling can no longer support the ribcage and spinal oscillation begins to reduce, those muscles stop moving the limb and start managing the imbalance instead. Sustained work in tissue not designed for it produces heat. Heat produces sweat. An isolated patch at that region tells you exactly where the system has run out of options.

The horse is not working well there. It is coping.

A simple way to hold this:

When horses sweat, it appears first in the high-density regions: the neck, behind the elbows, between the hindlegs. That is normal physiology. What we are reading here is sweat concentrated at one precise point while the surrounding tissue remains dry. Not general neck sweat, not effort. A system that has stopped distributing.

Isolated sweat in a working horse is not a sign of good work. It is a sign of a system that has stopped distributing. The horse is not moving through that area. It is stuck in it.

After hot work, a correctly organised horse carries an even dampness across the neck, shoulders and quarters. No concentration anywhere. The absence of an isolated patch is the sign of effort distributed correctly.

The rider in that moment did nothing wrong. She trusted the person in front of her.

I stood in dissection rooms, carefully removing layers of damage left by people who never meant to cause it. I have wondered, in those rooms, whether we should ride horses at all. It is possible, but it requires care, accurate knowledge, and the willingness to be corrected. That is what calls me to write about this. To offer clarity where I am certain, and to remain genuinely open to being questioned on everything I teach.

This is the responsibility of those of us who teach. When we name something in front of an audience, in front of a horse that cannot correct us, we are not sharing an opinion. We are shaping what that person will carry forward, repeat, and pass on. The difference between interpretation and knowledge matters enormously when the body receiving that teaching cannot speak.

As coaches we cannot afford to let the pull of a moment, the crowd, the performance, the pleasure of apparent mastery, substitute for knowing what we are actually looking at. We have to test our own interpretations against evidence, hold them up to scrutiny, and be willing to be wrong. That is not a limitation on great coaching but a condition.

Reading the horse accurately is the foundation of our work.

My birthday falls on the last day of May. This year, on a blue moon, the thirteenth full moon of the year, the one that doesn’t fit the ordinary count. 🪄

I spent a beautiful birthday with friends and family. Then, when everything was quiet, I went to the paddock alone.

Queensland has finally remembered its autumn. A cold night after weeks of warm rain, the air clean and still. The herd grazing. The babies stood around me in the dark, close and unhurried, their mamas drifting in one by one. Then Venturoso came to stand with me too.

The baby c**t pressed his nose into my face. Tried to eat my hair. The small-horse playfulness that lives just on the edge of sleep. Then the little filly laid down.

I’ve been walking this path of life for a little while now. Not arriving anywhere in particular, just travelling. A traveller doesn’t need to know what’s around the next bend. You wake up, you hear the animals, you follow the road you chose. You enjoy the landscape as you are a part of it. You don’t need to know what the road will give you before you’ve walked it.

The foal didn’t wonder what the moon meant. She just laid down under it.

I felt like a speck of stardust in something ancient and vast, and I find that deeply comforting. Love without currency. Wonder without demand. Keep walking.

Thank you for the birthday wishes, for being part of this landscape. 🌕✨❤️

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She came to her lesson the way children come to things that matter. Completely, without reservation, without any idea that she was supposed to perform for it.

Her mama had been with me for many years. This little one would toddle along to clinics, watching from the fence. One day she asked if she could have a lesson of her own. The family had just welcomed a Haflinger gelding, golden and gentle. So we began.

She didn’t perform for him. She just arrived. Her whole small body pointed toward his, her attention unhurried and total. He walked with her, neck swinging softly. Something in the room had settled.

Long before the child learns the words for what she knows, she knows it. The quality of the person beside her. Whether the presence is real or only its performance. The horse lives in this register entirely.

She felt it too. I watched her feel it. That stillness that arrives when two nervous systems find each other and nothing needs to be negotiated.

He was twice her size and he was with her completely.

Some things you don’t teach. You only create the conditions and then get out of the way.

The horse that won’t load, won’t stand, won’t soften, won’t settle. The one your trainer has a word for, the one your community has a method for. That horse is communicating in the only language available to a body that has run out of other options.

Behaviour is the last thing the body tries. Before behaviour, there is tissue.

Before the spook, the tension in the thoracic sling. Before the resistance at the contact, the compression at C4 and C5. Before the hollow back and the hindquarters trailing, years of a diaphragm working against restriction rather than in coordination with movement. The behaviour did not come from nowhere. The body sent every other signal first. We just weren’t taught to read them.

I have worked with horses who had been labelled dangerous, difficult, stubborn, lazy, sharp, dead-sided. In almost every case, when you followed the behaviour back into the body, you found the source. Not a character flaw. A physical conversation that had been going unheard for a very long time.

When you learn to read the body, the behaviour stops being the problem you’re managing and starts being the information you needed.