"Wonder is part fascination, part ability to believe in things as they are, part willingness to be confused, even devastated at times, by the epic mysteriousness of ordinary things." - Stephen Jenkinson, Die Wise
I woke this morning to journey out to the horses before the Sun ever began its sharp and vibrant dance across the Sky. Driving along the darkened streets with but a few others passing by, I rested in the silence that morning brings. Life is still wrestling with the Angels of the Dreamworld, descending even deeper into Psyche's realm of limitless possibility where Mystery orchestrates a Great Remembering of who we are through archetype, symbol, color, word and song. The little Birds rested along the limbs of the Trees while the Owls finished their nightly trek, absorbing the last of the moonlight into their velvety feathers.
As I arrived at the barn, Luca strode out into the cool air, hanging his head over the fence line waiting for me to come say good morning with kisses, scratches behind the ear, and soft caresses of his neck. Standing beneath a glowing Moon with Stars shining fiercely in the Heavens, one can't help but feel at peace in such a place. No human words being uttered, no modern-day contraptions jarring the air with grating sounds. It was just He and I standing beneath a sea of black darkness with lights dancing billions of light years away.
There is a primal feeling that rises in such spaces. Primal in that you feel the indigenous birthright that you are gifted as a being of the Earth. You can feel the pull downward into the rich soil, and the draw upward toward the heavens, and the expansion of Self outward North, South, East and West. You feel your own belonging, side by side with all of life.
After brushing newly caked dirt from Luca's beautiful and powerful body, he spun his gaze to find his best friend, Gericho, waiting to play. Trotting out of the barn, he dipped his head down gently as the two of them began a dance of gentle nips, head tosses, and slight shoulderings. All of this was happening beneath a starry sky, with the Earth and everything upon it being bathed by the luminous Moon. Watching them, I couldn't help but feel tears of joy and sorrow swell from within me. This... this is what freedom looks like. This is what freedom feels like.
The joy came in feeling and seeing them play. The sorrow came from the shadow of recognition following me along the land that so many of us, human and Other than human alike, live as anything but free. Many humans have bound themselves as well as others, and have forgotten what it really means to be free. And freedom, in my humble opinion, doesn't rest in our financial constitution, our educational current and past lives, or the jobs and careers we pursue. It is something much deeper, more profound, and more elusive these days because of all the ways we have severed our connection to this marvelous and miraculous Universe.
Freedom is buried beneath all our forgetting.
The beautiful, heartbreaking and heartrending qualifier to this is: we can remember! We can pursue through out deepest longings that connection to the very fabric of life through the tears we shed, the Skies we gaze up into, the Oceans we plunge beneath, the Grass we rest our bodies upon, and the Horses powerfully planting hoof to ground, whose bodies press against a beckoning horizon.
When we wonder about the world around us, and rest in wonderment, astonished by the mystery and magic that mischievously smiles beneath the surface of the seemingly mundane and familiar, we remember.
What do you want to remember today?
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