Things Change, Things Don't
For over two years now, my life has been marked by the passing of Thursdays. Every Thursday was sacred, it was ride day, the day of the week that I was guaranteed time to indulge in my deep desire for horse time. When you find something that is meaningful and sort of sets the tone for your whole reason for being, you want to make time for it. Even if that something is not bringing Earth shattering progress to mankind, or even profit to your own home. There are just things in life that bring us peace, harmony and balance. I am wise enough and aware enough to know that those things are fleeting, special, and not to be missed.
So Thursdays were my holy ground, my time out from time itself, and now...
Well, humanity has been shifted on its axis. The world is still spinning, the planet is still thriving, but we are hiding like rats. Which in all respects should humble us, should enlighten us, but I don't know that it will.
We have faced many moments of possible collapse in our illustrious history, our reign as top beast has been fraught with all sorts of conflict, some we made, others nature sent to us.
I know that for the most part our self created conflict has not deterred us from our path of consumption and conquer - from land and profit to ideas and intellectual property, we seek continually to have and have and have.
I am less familiar however, with how nature's detours for our species has evolved our societal leanings. What I hope for, is a new world, where we take care of each other, where we have strong foundations in our cultures that support, heal, and lift us up. Growing is painful, and I hope that all of our current collective suffering is that, growth. I worry that it's not, that we will keep just scraping by, but I hope that the beauty of what we are shines through enough to bring us to somewhere better than we have been before.
I am not sure that I would have been able to live through this time with as much peace and stillness if it weren't for finding my horse. Even when he is full of insane sass, he is at harmony with his surroundings and himself. He worries not of things that are beyond his control, he cares for the moment and the collective memories that created the moment. I don't believe that he worries beyond the next moment and in that is peace. They see through the BS and through our pandemic panic, through our anxieties over forces that we do not control, they see to the heart of what is right in front of them - even when we do not.
Maybe that's why Pistol has been such a, well Pistol, as of late. He is feeling good, he had some vet appointments that set him up for success and he is very nearly at his top form, add a bit of sugary spring grass to that and poof you have a phenomenally saucy horse (though he is still him, so he's not being a complete nutter!). I like to think that it's more than that, I like to think that what I have learned about horses is evident in my recent interactions with him. I like to think that he is responding to the bloom of hope I care within my soul, a little spiral of energy that I pray is a glimmer of the future - because beyond my worry, my fear, my paranoia, there is abundant joy waiting for a world that is bound by positive vibes, love, joy, plenty, giving, and enlightenment.
We are in a time we call unprecedented, but it's not. History is full of times like these, so the moment we are in today is a moment much like what our kind has seen before, but what comes next could be new, that is what my hope is for, what I hold onto, what I make concessions for.
So my life is no longer marked by Thursdays, because days are a jumble at the moment! My life however, is still forever changed by the spirit and energy for a single horse, a single barn, a single community. My life is altered for the better by the truths that micro world has shown me and I have faith that eventually (even if it's not now) the greater world at large will learn those same pathways to peace and will find a way to be in balance with the nature around themselves. Honestly that's what horses provide us, an entry to the land of nature, an escape from the rat race we created to a space of eternity, where being in tune with the natural world is central.
So Thursdays were my holy ground, my time out from time itself, and now...
Well, humanity has been shifted on its axis. The world is still spinning, the planet is still thriving, but we are hiding like rats. Which in all respects should humble us, should enlighten us, but I don't know that it will.
We have faced many moments of possible collapse in our illustrious history, our reign as top beast has been fraught with all sorts of conflict, some we made, others nature sent to us.
I know that for the most part our self created conflict has not deterred us from our path of consumption and conquer - from land and profit to ideas and intellectual property, we seek continually to have and have and have.
I am less familiar however, with how nature's detours for our species has evolved our societal leanings. What I hope for, is a new world, where we take care of each other, where we have strong foundations in our cultures that support, heal, and lift us up. Growing is painful, and I hope that all of our current collective suffering is that, growth. I worry that it's not, that we will keep just scraping by, but I hope that the beauty of what we are shines through enough to bring us to somewhere better than we have been before.
I am not sure that I would have been able to live through this time with as much peace and stillness if it weren't for finding my horse. Even when he is full of insane sass, he is at harmony with his surroundings and himself. He worries not of things that are beyond his control, he cares for the moment and the collective memories that created the moment. I don't believe that he worries beyond the next moment and in that is peace. They see through the BS and through our pandemic panic, through our anxieties over forces that we do not control, they see to the heart of what is right in front of them - even when we do not.
Maybe that's why Pistol has been such a, well Pistol, as of late. He is feeling good, he had some vet appointments that set him up for success and he is very nearly at his top form, add a bit of sugary spring grass to that and poof you have a phenomenally saucy horse (though he is still him, so he's not being a complete nutter!). I like to think that it's more than that, I like to think that what I have learned about horses is evident in my recent interactions with him. I like to think that he is responding to the bloom of hope I care within my soul, a little spiral of energy that I pray is a glimmer of the future - because beyond my worry, my fear, my paranoia, there is abundant joy waiting for a world that is bound by positive vibes, love, joy, plenty, giving, and enlightenment.
We are in a time we call unprecedented, but it's not. History is full of times like these, so the moment we are in today is a moment much like what our kind has seen before, but what comes next could be new, that is what my hope is for, what I hold onto, what I make concessions for.
So my life is no longer marked by Thursdays, because days are a jumble at the moment! My life however, is still forever changed by the spirit and energy for a single horse, a single barn, a single community. My life is altered for the better by the truths that micro world has shown me and I have faith that eventually (even if it's not now) the greater world at large will learn those same pathways to peace and will find a way to be in balance with the nature around themselves. Honestly that's what horses provide us, an entry to the land of nature, an escape from the rat race we created to a space of eternity, where being in tune with the natural world is central.
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