Their every movement captivates me. I am mesmerized by the lines of their body.
They are a slave to their instincts; I am a slave to my overthinking human brain.
As I take them out for a walk Mystic is happy to just be us, the herd back at the barn does not beckon to her. Her focus is in the moment when we are just slowly taking in our walk, with long pauses for grazing, or the moments when we all just stand in the same space breathing the same air.
She seems to reflect on her life when she was sound and had more adventure within her days, I watch her take in familiar smells and sights, I feel her remember. But now is content to commit her life to the relationship between us.
These times restore me. I feel myself drawn back into equilibrium and tranquility. Here I am at home with family, my spiritual kindred. Here I am safe and accepted. No apologies, no explanations, no shame, no judgments.
Enchantress is torn. She eagerly joins us for this walk, but she calls back to the herd and listens for their cries as they call for their missing herd members. She wants to go with us, to be on this walk, this adventure. To explore new fields and new experiences, to see what else there is ‘out there’. And she does not want to be separated from the herd.
I understand this. I too am always looking for new experiences. Unseen possibilities inevitably beckon me to follow their whispers. And I am always looking back. I want ‘everything’, I want new experiences. And I want my ‘herd’ that I love around me. I want ‘new’ without losing the familiar. I am constantly torn between leaving and returning.
This is the story of us. Both of my Horses carry parts of me, what is in my soul and my psyche. I believe they feel and know this about me, and they have understanding and compassion for this continual conflict.
Have they become the reflection of me, or did we come together because we all understand and carry within us these aspects of a life on earth? Do they hold my story the same way I hold theirs? Do they consider this to be pieces of what makes up the whole of our story?
Mystic is the supporting thread that keeps us linked together as soul kin, Chant is the energy of forward movement. I carry both of these elements with me always. They are my companions and my unrest.
We are completely linked together in this story; we are each committed to the whole of who we are. This is the story of us.
The Invitation
Do you see the reflection of you and your life within your Horse(s)? Do you see how you carry aspects of each other to sustain your life or do you see this as conflict?
While spending time with your Horse(s), consider which this is. Have they come to you to align with your life or because you share the elements they carry? Notice the similarities and the contrast between you, then reconsider. Perhaps the contrast or the challenges are actually similarities within you that need reflection. The similarities are what keeps you grounded, and often the conflict is the soulution. What story does this tell?