When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
I have just returned from teaching a wonderful workshop in Bulgaria with a herd of 17 Balkan horses and a human herd of lovely, curious Bulgarian women.
Despite the challenges of language (helped by the heroic efforts of Millena, our translator) we were able to ground our communications in the shared language of the body, and find meaning in the always perfect teaching of the horses.
I am so grateful to Teodora, our organizer, for her vision and persistence. For now, as my jet lag fades, I will let the photographs speak.
This is Andrea Kozol dancing with Jaxon earlier this summer at out workshop at the beautiful Mountain Horse Farm.
What I love about this is Jaxon’s ease with this new way of experiencing a human moving. Too often we are trying to “do” something with the horse, and need them to “do” something in response. Jaxon teaches us that he can rest in the moment, and at the same time support and receive Andrea’s dance.