Today is a day of possibility.
Today can choose to be happy with what is.
Today I can choose to move toward what I desire.
Today I can savor with all my senses blown open.
Today I can improvise with new perspectives
(look at the mountains upside down, or sideways, or take a moment to dance the landscape!)
Today I can play at work.
Today I can breathe into the dark, sleepy places in my mind and heart.
Today I can begin again.
For the past ten or so years, Pam and I have worked with a brilliant intuitive healer. He has cleared monstrous cases of Lyme for a couple friends of ours, has peeled away the weird persistent onion layers of my allergies and for the most part helped us navigate some bodily stuff without the help of traditional medicine.
He is also plugged in to the unseen in other ways. During a recent phone consult, when we asked why our house hasn’t sold, he told us that the resident sprites do not want us to leave. They like us, they want us here. Also, the mountains that surround us don’t want us to leave. Oy!!! What to do???
About six weeks ago I put out our dilapitated Thai spirit house to placate any resident unhappy spirits. It was supposed to help them stay out of our way because they have a great place to hang out. Was this a mistake?
I have no idea what to do about the mountains. I tried talking to them today and they were completely distant and taciturn. Dismissive, even. I have no idea how to placate a mountain. Or a sprite for that matter.
Tomorrow I am going to meditate to see if I can tune into their frequency and explain why we would like to move on. Perhaps create a little mountain and sprite dance.
All the Pretty Horses is nearing completion. It has been two years in the making, what with the dreaming, the planning, the fundraising, the rehearsals.
Now it is so close that we can all taste it. The cast includes horses Portia, Sonata, Angel, Charlie, Mandy and of course the brilliant Mustang, Amado, ridden by the equally brilliant Summer Brennan. Riders include Lis Spoto (who also vaults) Christina Hinkle and young rider Julia.The humans are dancers Ingrid Schatz, DeAnna Pellecchia, Daniele DeVito, Nicole DeWolf, Amanda Michie, Sandy Gautier, Chandrika Carl-Jones and little horsegirls Gianna and Emmy. Finally, there is the lovely Ryder Cooley who brings her saw playing and singing skills to the mix.
The performance is a benefit for the important work that Little Brook Farm does, including the rescue and sanctuary for abused and neglected horses that were sent for slaughter, and a second-to-none education program that reaches out to over 80 community organizations in the upstate New York area.
Date: October 6
Time: 3:30 pm
Where: Little Brook Farm, 548 County RT 13, Old Chatham, NY 12136
Tickets: 518-821-5506 or 518-794-8104
I have been saving this image. It is a photograph of a painting that I bought in Stuttgart about ten years ago. I was walking down the street and saw it in a window, and that was it. This is how I want to feel when I am riding. Actually, this is how I want to feel when I am writing, or dancing, or swimming.
I want to feel like a wild woman most of the time. That gets harder as I get older. Why? I think it has to do with expectations, mine and those of others. I think it has to do with assumptions. The ones that I make about myself, that are made about me. The ones that I make are most damaging. They are the ones that really get under my skin. They inform the way I see myself, carry myself. They are insidious, harsh, soul-killing.
The body-mind connection is real. When the mind shudders or stumbles, the body does follow. Little fissures erupt along the fault lines. Over time, they widen into chasms. Unless we see it coming, notice the erosive little thought inroads and make a different choice.
That is why I need images like this. They remind me of my wilder side. They keep me in the saddle. They keep me flying. They help me to see my most glorious, most valiant self.
What keeps you wild?
