Saturday, January 26, 2008
The week-ends can get pretty busy around here. As I go over my schedule for the next two days, I am sad to see that it is packed. Driving my daughter back and forth to her activities, entertaining two house-guests, taking care of my mom who just had a minor operation, the list looks endless. So, this morning, I took a few extra minutes in the barn, despite the freezing temperatures.
My horses anchor me at the beginning and the end of each day. Siete loves to get kisses and is especially happy when I blow my breath into her nostrils. It’s a scent that she’s known since the moment she was born. Silk is not so demonstrative. She prefers it when I just lean on her and put my head on the side of her neck. We stand there together just breathing. So, that’s what I did this morning at 6 am, with frozen fingers and toes.
As I listened to the comforting sound of my horses munching hay - which is one of the most relaxing sounds in the world to me - I thought about all of you out there. Reading other people’s blogs and your responses to my writing, I am so glad that there are still so many good people in the world. We hear a lot about the bad stuff, and we rush around not taking the time to appreciate each other. Yet, here in the blogosphere, I meet folks who have such kind hearts and show compassion for each other and for animals. It’s reassuring, considering all the cruelties that exist around us.
I think about what Sandra Ingerman, a shamanic practitioner who is also a very good writer, refers to as the “web of light” (www. shamanicvisions.com). Each month, on the full moon, she asks people around the world to shine their light and their good intentions so that we can create a web of that energy. When I recently posted the photo of the moon, I received messages from across the globe telling me that they were admiring the same moon in their backyards. How lucky we are that we can all connect this way and share our trials and our dreams and support each other’s good efforts.
Rubbing my face against Silk’s soft furry neck, I understood that people are more alike than we might think.