Twas a lovely spring morning
the 12th day of April
We responded to the call
of the Ravenheart stable.
I jumped in my car
a bit after seven
to head north on Highway 20
a wee bit of heaven.
The marsh at Port Hyman
was well worth a stop
to see geese and gulls
and the golden eye duck.
Also worth mention
as I was cruising along
was the beautiful sound
of the meadowlark song.
He ignored the "Danger,
High Pressure" sign
he used as a perch
along the fence line.
His golden breast
reflected such beauty
that my soul said a prayer
out of love and duty.
Thousands of snow geese,
the Canada too,
filled up the sky or rested
on field or by slough.
I arrived at the farm a little bit late
but, with open arms, Carol met me at the gate.
I was greeted inside
by Holly, Catlin and Terry;
beautiful souls
no need to be wary.
Out in the corral
the horses were grazing
ready to greet us:
Sugar, Lacey, Brownie, Raven
Sugar's charming and sweet,
Lacey and Brownie a bit shy,
Raven stood a long way off
avoiding our eye.
Back in the house
we poured out our souls;
shared with each other
some of our goals.
We were joined by an author
through the pages of her book
comparing horse and human energy
was well worth a look.
In our high-top rubber boots
we went back to the corral.
We schmucked through the muck
to rejoin our new pals.
And I would be remiss
if I didn't mention
the smell of horse manure;
but is caused us no tension.
It was part of the experience;
a natural fragrance.
Nature's way of neutralizing
our human arrogance.
It opened the way
for communication
with one of God's great beasts
we would feel deep-down elation.
I don't know about the others
but Brownie said to me
through Carol's interpretation,
Let it go and let it be.
Brownie sensed in me
a great tension in my body.
perhaps, my dear, she said
You need to stop being so haughty.
You're not fooling anyone
certainly not me.
Just be yourself - let go, let God
and then you will see...
That life can be quite easy
we've all got one purpose:
to love and revere life
in our wordly circus.
Not just people and their cultures
but meadowlarks and horses,
mosquitoes, wasps and turtles,
dandelions and marshes.
Embrace them all with love and joy
and when you're feeling pain
seek the opportunity
the Universe knows you can gain.
For it's in your darkest hour
or when you've hit abysmal bottom
that the true love seed is planted
to see you through from spring to autumn.
The seed of love like all seeds we know
patiently awaits the right time to grow.
So have patience my friends,
myself included,
though at times our life seems
so dark and excluded.
As we learn to accept
fear and doubt as fodder
for growth of our spirit
firmly joined to mother/father.
We can rise above
what came before
and thank Mom and Dad
for their love, and more.
And always remember
pain and sorrow are a boost-up
from those wasteland spaces
Aussies call the whup-whup!
Don't fear the pain
embrace it with love
know the Universe supports you
as firmly as a glove.
Phew - that was heavy -
but now my load feels lighter.
Thanks Carol for offering space & time
my way seems so much brighter!
By M. Hunter
(Horses, Spirit and Play April 2008)
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