Today, I would like to share a poem written by Fran Smith whilst she was Sharing Territory during a two day Instinctive Horsemanship: Introduction to the Waterhole Rituals workshop in August at the great Yeo Vale Retirement Home for Horses in Devon. Hope you enjoy.
The sunshine transfers to the opposite side of the valley
Shining on the church with the bells ringing.
It is a Sunday, the Sabbath day
A day for rest, relaxation and recreation.
We are not in that church on the hill
And although in the shade momentarily
We then bathe in the light and warmth of the horses.
The Spirited Stallion reigns
In that place where connection is all
The key to survival and a purposeful existence with
Structure, trust and joyful peace.
A peace so silent we can only hear if we listen
To the fluttering eyes and flickering ears
A swish of the tail or stamp of the foot
A snort of the nostrils, flaring.
Assessing everything, ready to run.
Noticing even the butterflies floating by
To keep safe the herd, mares and foals, colts
Constantly monitoring the surrounding life
Creating safety and peace so real.
We pass by in our rushing world
And stupid vanity
Without even noticing.
Who is the ignorant beast really?
By Frances Smith – Williams 2012