I enjoyed the movie Buck tonight and highly recommend it. It is about Buck Brannaman, a true "horse whisperer".
I participated in equine therapy after I finished cancer treatment. The idea was to re-empower us after being at the mercy of machines. I loved using my energy to communicate with the horse and seeing the horse as a mirror for my feelings. When I knew what I wanted, the horse did it. If I wanted to hug, the horse snuggled in close and let me hug and kiss. This film was a wonderful reminder of my experience and is great for everyone. It is one of those films where everyone claps at the end, and sits through all the credits. It is nspiring and hopeful. If we learn to treat children kindly, horses kindly, and ourselves kindly, we will change the world.
The fog is in and it's cold here, but if you are in a warm place and in peach-eating mode, here's a wonderful poem to digest with your fruit.
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.