Geronimo and Traveler in a respite from Chief
Equines are emotionally astute, a quality that we inherently possess as humans, but are in danger of losing. Immersed in our vast, but narrowly specific world of technology, we are dimming our ability to read the signals of subtle behavior and deep clues beaming from the living sources around us. Our connection to the magical web of nature has been dialed down into devices that we robotically stare at for direction. Our spark of guided divinity is withering. Frenetic addiction to technology over our superior aptitude of intuition is turning us into lamebrains.
Si intelligent; si stupide. This succinct, telepathic drift was delivered to me by Chief, as he gazed over his sagebrush kingdom. Yes, the mule speaks an elegant dialect of French. I caught his mixed-message characterization of my species, loud and clear, albeit my French is rudimentary. Considering we are part of his family-herd, I retorted that he had committed a serious faux pas. He said we need to hear the truth and followed up with another gut punch: we’ve lost much of our joie de vivre.
Hard information to swallow, coming from a mule, but I must admit I’ve been listening very carefully to him. I now drop my worries, petty anger and trifling grudges when stepping into the energetic orb of the equine community. I stand tall, breathe deeply and partake in our magnificent, wide vista while staying in the sweet spot of the potent moment. And, Viola!, I’m invited into the plush tapestry of entwined love, connection and equine bromance of brotherhood. A palpable magnetic field of energy opens and I become part of their magical lattice of connection.
Then….the herd finds a patch of dry, rough grass at my feet to munch and blow their noisy, nostril exhales on, while giving their “sis” soft nudges and nose bumps. A poor food choice amidst thirty-five acres of lusher pasture, but these foragers have picked the emotional over the food card, and I am delighted. Chief smugly says to me, Bien joué. I had to look that up. It means “well done”. He is getting a little over-the-top with the French affectation, but we encourage a dash of rakish, eccentric behavior on our wild piece of untamed heaven. Splendid elegance resides in places one would never expect.