Everything was back to normal today. Siete behaved like a perfect little horse. I would like to thank everyone for your kind notes of sympathy. We’ll never know if Siete was reacting to my friend’s spirit as she passed through and came to say goodbye to me. I guess I’ll always believe that was what happened.
At one point this morning, I walked past the window and looked out at the horses in the pasture. They were positioned with Siete facing east and Silk facing west right out in the middle of the snow blanket. Two Zen statues, welcoming the sun. I stopped to snap a photo and appreciate their stillness.
“It seems that we are humbled before the great events of life. Events over which we have no power, no influence. Events that do not play fair. To be humbled like this is not meant to be punishment, but rather Death grooming us to awaken.”
Stephanie Erickson, Companion Through the Darkness