“Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.” - Rumi, Birdsong
Stepping into a frozen paddock with the Sun gently glimmering through streams of Clouds, all three geldings lifted their heads and began making their way towards me. Luca stepped into a light trot with his beautiful white mane tossing about in the crisp morning air. Striding along a still snow-laden ground, they made their way to me. We greeted each other, welcoming in a new day in a new year.