Friday, January 20, 2017

Elemental Lives

Esperanda! (Altamiro x Ciente)

A primal scream, nostrils flared, neck arched, an eruption of equine energy
Of snow and wind and freedom of expression for all.
Inhale and savour
Unbridled beauty!
The Tao.
The way of free range horses!

Wilderness out my door,
Winter number twelve,
The austerity of this way of living has altered my perception,
Expanded my manner of being,
Is much preferred to the modernity of the city and human domination of day and night.

Here the elements rule - neither kindly nor unkindly,
Free from pretension, 
Stimulating ancient stirrings of innate cooperation, capability, creativity,
A flow of beginnings and endings and new beginnings.

How rich life is!

Earlier this month, during one particular two day "snow and blow", a lessening of the conditions prompted the horses to come out of the forest and into the open, coming up near our dwelling where Kevin was preparing a toboggan load of hay for me to bring out to them.

But the storm was not finished!  The roaring, bitter wind and snow intensified.  And the horses ran back to their forest shelter, knowing I would soon arrive, knowing I would spread out enough dried summer for all...knowing no storm lasts forever... 

When you begin to see through the eyes of horses you will enter another world.  In this world, laws more ancient than ours are in effect.  Existence is clear and uncomplicated.  Every step into this world lets us sense more deeply, breathe more freely.  A quiet rhythm encompasses this life.
    --Imke Spilker (from her book, Empowered Horses)

Saturday, December 17, 2016

When Winter Softly Breathes

When Winter softly breathes
I feed the "wild" horses in the big wide open -
A reprieve from many days sledding hay to the forest
When the wind was so mischievously biting.

When Winter sighs gently,
Austere hardships seem less so. 
I sit in the snow, lingering after chores
Simply to enjoy how splendid the morning feels.

Jerry, the draft mule continues to hold his own among the Sorraia stallions.

When Winter shows tenderness
I am less unsettled on the days it does not.
Winter in the wilderness has taught me to open up to the beauty of its many moods
And Kevin whistles whether the wind howls or whispers. 

How thankful we are for this place, these horses, this life!

Since spring, Zeus, our aged Thoroughbred gelding, has been living in the holding pasture after the stallions gave him a very nasty beating.   He made a marvellous comeback, but has shown no interest in returning to the wild where those Sorraia beasts live.   Zeus had one friend among the Sorraias bachelors, Destemido, who now shares the holding pasture for the winter.   

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Feeling Free

Feeling free...
Walking without a plan
  all I see enraptures me,
    nothing is mundane.
November beauty shines
even in mud.