The Great Awakening

This is not the first time you have met the horse.

Once, long before the counting of our days, you were a horse — or a child of a horse, or a sister of the herd. 

The story bends back so far that your bones remember it first, and your heart follows.

You are remembering.

You are awakening.

A guardian lives within you. A mother who says:

“I will speak for you. I will protect you. I will honor you. I will stand by you.”

Listen to that voice.  Let it steady you.

Lets go back to a time where the earth was our anchor and the stars were our teachers:

Long ago, a small flighted animal reached for something greater... a hunger for strength within them, a hunger to belong to a wider purpose. 

Around them stood beings larger, wilder, hungry in different ways. The world shifted. 

The ones who could adapt, did. The ones who could not, faded into the night.

The ones who grew legs to run, lungs to breathe farther, stomachs to take in new grasses, these became the horses.

Do you feel your own becoming in that story?

You grew when the world pressed upon you; you learned to move with danger and grace. You learned to digest what life gave or to be undone by it.

We called on one another then, as we call on one another now.

Horses and humans - we need each other.

Horses changed to meet the world. Humans changed, too. 

We made bargains. Some kind and some cruel. We taught them new paths and sometimes we taught them pain. In return, they brought their strength into our lives, their steadiness beneath our feet, their medicine in our blood.

But a force that promises freedom also holds a shadow.

Horses learned to outrun predators, to be swift and wary. They were asked into our lives, and in coming, they often carried wounds we had made for them. Parts taken without blessing. Bodies altered to fit an unkind world.

Feel the sadness of that truth. 

Let your heart speak its grief.

 Let your throat loosen its held words. 

Allow the heat of anger to rise, and do not hush it. 

Rage is a bell that rings when old harm is remembered. 

Grief is the river that washes it clean.

Horses need us to be honest with ourselves 

Humanity was taught to take for so long we forgot to give back. 

We learned to mend with tools rather than with prayer. 

We forgot the old exchange.

But  hear this: horses did not come helpless. They came with a great offering — 

They came willing to carry what humanity could not bear alone. 

They carried pieces of themselves into you so that you might learn what it is to be whole again. 

They chose you. And, maybe, you chose them first.

If your body holds a heaviness for what has been taken, place your hand over it now. 

Breathe into that hollow. Give it light. Name it in the silence. Let the memory tell you what it needs to be heard.

We are not only keepers of grief. 

We are carriers of change. 

You are not merely a single voice. 

 You are an ancestor-in-the-making. 

You are part of the great awakening 

The world will ask you to tear down and build again. Some reckonings cannot be mended with small changes; they demand the courage to dismantle systems that harm. You stand at that turning. 

Your mind, your heart, they are the beginning of the awakening.

You might feel like just a person, but I promise you, you are not alone.