Writing Between the Worlds – a Linda Kohonov workshop. Writing with horses. The first day, connecting with a gray-white horse named Cloud. My heart’s desire is to see a new way of being – of possibilities. Afterwards – capturing the experience. Here is what I wrote.
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To meet another Being in the space of the present moment. To make yourself hollow and receiving. To go looking inward for that place where who you are touches who the other Being is. To rest in love. To know that connection is there – has been there all along. To return home.
Then to become curious and to ask questions of the other Being. What if I scratch you here? What if I step into you? What if I look inside myself for the secret to who you are?
And then returning to the illusion of outwards. A scrawny bush – devoid of leaves but resplendent in its robe of thorns. Awareness of the Vermilion Flycatcher coming in and out of the space. Pay attention, it seems to say. Pay attention. Supervised by a blossoming day moon, reminding us that what is often hidden is as real as the things that exist in plain sight.
Recognizing this time with the other Being is coming to an end. Riding the gratitude like a fresh horse.
I walk away from Cloud changed, but the same.
I make an offering of myself to the Eternal Joy.
Please, I ask, let me bring this joy down to earth, down to words. Grounded in the way Cloud’s hooves leave marks in the desert sand. Grounded in the way the mesquite tree sinks roots deep into the earth. Grounded in the way my body knows the rhythms of the seasons. And the rightness of death.
Please, Joy, grant me this, as I grant you my willingness to show up newly born into new possibilities and a new way of being.