Thanks
To Jimbo, Mentors, and the Horses of Marin Stables
Why do I struggle to write on the horses,
to say what they mean to me?
Do I not want to put the right brain
in the reins of the left?
And yet,
this is about balance, and neutrality,
raising our energy, and lowering it,
responding to demand, and need.
I feel desire there, trust.
I lost so much in this experience of cancer
and treatment - absolutely every hair - gone.
My eyes felt huge, and hugeness is still there,
reinforced and reflected in horse eyes - horse heart.
I feel secure as though I have four legs,
and when I ride on the back of the horse,
supported by lungs and sit bones
guided by mine,
I feel aligned.
Horse time.
Words drop and splat,
fertilize,
the air.