Dear Friends,
Today I knew the feeling of flight at earth level. After having spent the last few months training our small, enchanted, horse friend to cart it all came together and the two of us set out on our first adventure. The little mare had come into our lives a wild, blue spark of spirit and horse fire. Now settled into the routine of farm and family life, she has gracefully accepted being taught the responsibilities and joys of true partnership. Each day we practice the steps that it takes to dance in unison, trust and harmony.
Today I knew the feeling of flight at earth level. After having spent the last few months training our small, enchanted, horse friend to cart it all came together and the two of us set out on our first adventure. The little mare had come into our lives a wild, blue spark of spirit and horse fire. Now settled into the routine of farm and family life, she has gracefully accepted being taught the responsibilities and joys of true partnership. Each day we practice the steps that it takes to dance in unison, trust and harmony.
In her new harness and soft fleece pads the small equine lifts her slender legs proudly as if she is sure that this is what she was born to do. As we fly down the drive and leafy back lane the rhythm of hard black hooves creates a music that is hard to resist. I find myself humming along as my soul soars away with the wind. If only each moment lived was just this simple and free . . .
Going on at an energetic trot every detail and nuance of the day rises clear against a back drop of sheer magic and joy. . .The precise, delicate weaving of a spiders web swaying between two twigs, a small puddle glistening with reflections of sun and sky, a tiny, dark furred creature darting through a jungle of flowers and sedges. In the air a familiar hint of autumn stirs the senses and the smell of mushrooms, falling leaves and ripened apples add their own delights.
Later on in the evening, by the faded light of sunset and a quarter moon, wild geese fly in wave after wave of v-formation sounding their mysterious autumnal calls and songs. The moment stands still, eternal in its beauty and absolute perfection
How is it that we humans so often let such events slip by without noticing? How is it that we seem to have forgotten our ancient connections to the natural world and spend the days, weeks and years walled away in the artificial security of houses, jobs and cities? How much longer can we survive an existence without the unfiltered sun on our faces, the healing vitality of grasses and trees, the songs of birds, the untamed ferocity of hungry hunters, or the cyclical movements of the great herds, flocks and migrations?
Have we become so dull, arrogant and complacent that we no longer feel the sacredness of our ancestral heritage, are we really no longer curious or sure of what it means to be truly human? I would ask . . .When was the last time that you really looked at the moon, the stars, the fragile butterfly floating by on her thousand mile journey? . . .When was the last time that you fell so deeply in love with the incredible richness of life that the ache in your soul brought tears to your eyes?
Perhaps, like the song of the phoenix, such freedom can only come with the willingness to catch fire and rise burning, from ones own ashes. Then reborn like an eagle, to fly beyond the mediocrity that has so sadly become the reality of most human existence, we too would more fully taste the essence of our own lives.
Trotting down the lane again today, the ancient rhythm of hoof-beats reverberates hypnotically through my mind reaffirming the truth that we are all part and parcel of the great Divine, unknowing dancers whirling to the ever-flowing pulse of the cosmos. . . . Trot-trot-trot, hum-me-hum, the song pours through my spirit and soul . . . Then, before my eyes, a fleeting shadow passes across the land, a great smoldering fire-bird soaring high on wings of purest silver . . . . . . . .
Deep Peace, SvG
Going on at an energetic trot every detail and nuance of the day rises clear against a back drop of sheer magic and joy. . .The precise, delicate weaving of a spiders web swaying between two twigs, a small puddle glistening with reflections of sun and sky, a tiny, dark furred creature darting through a jungle of flowers and sedges. In the air a familiar hint of autumn stirs the senses and the smell of mushrooms, falling leaves and ripened apples add their own delights.
Later on in the evening, by the faded light of sunset and a quarter moon, wild geese fly in wave after wave of v-formation sounding their mysterious autumnal calls and songs. The moment stands still, eternal in its beauty and absolute perfection
How is it that we humans so often let such events slip by without noticing? How is it that we seem to have forgotten our ancient connections to the natural world and spend the days, weeks and years walled away in the artificial security of houses, jobs and cities? How much longer can we survive an existence without the unfiltered sun on our faces, the healing vitality of grasses and trees, the songs of birds, the untamed ferocity of hungry hunters, or the cyclical movements of the great herds, flocks and migrations?
Have we become so dull, arrogant and complacent that we no longer feel the sacredness of our ancestral heritage, are we really no longer curious or sure of what it means to be truly human? I would ask . . .When was the last time that you really looked at the moon, the stars, the fragile butterfly floating by on her thousand mile journey? . . .When was the last time that you fell so deeply in love with the incredible richness of life that the ache in your soul brought tears to your eyes?
Perhaps, like the song of the phoenix, such freedom can only come with the willingness to catch fire and rise burning, from ones own ashes. Then reborn like an eagle, to fly beyond the mediocrity that has so sadly become the reality of most human existence, we too would more fully taste the essence of our own lives.
Trotting down the lane again today, the ancient rhythm of hoof-beats reverberates hypnotically through my mind reaffirming the truth that we are all part and parcel of the great Divine, unknowing dancers whirling to the ever-flowing pulse of the cosmos. . . . Trot-trot-trot, hum-me-hum, the song pours through my spirit and soul . . . Then, before my eyes, a fleeting shadow passes across the land, a great smoldering fire-bird soaring high on wings of purest silver . . . . . . . .
Deep Peace, SvG
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