Tag: mindfulness

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Dancing with our Shadow

I have spoken with so many beautiful, spiritually oriented people who deeply believe there is something profoundly broken within them. These are people who are open-heartedly surging toward the light with all they have, using whatever path feels right to them. They are genuinely kind and sensitive, giving and warm. Yet, these gentle, loving souls carry wounds within their hearts that are tender to … Read More Dancing with our Shadow

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There’s going to be a book!

Over the years, many of you have commented that you enjoy my writing style and the subject matter that I bring forward. You’ve even encouraged me to write a book! Well, thanks to you, that project has been underway for a while. There is still a long way to go, but it’s coming together. The working title is: Lifting the Veil ~ Our Love-Soaked Journey … Read More There’s going to be a book!

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Wind Horse Blog ~ New Look

Growth. With a little luck, it happens to all of us. The Wind Horse Blog has transitioned into Zen Doe ~ Down to Earth Spirituality, Down to Earth Mediumship. The blog is still here, loaded with wonderful comments from hundreds of dear souls who have stopped in to be a part of this project. The format has changed a little so that it’s more … Read More Wind Horse Blog ~ New Look

Our Struggles

Mindfulness: The Graduate Program

The phone rang this morning somewhere between measuring out pills for the dog and dressing Captain’s wound.  “RED ALERT!” woooop!  woooop!  wooop!  (The ringtone for my parents is the Star-Trek battle alarm)  I turned off the ringer, having learned decades ago that buying myself a few moments to prepare for whatever is about to fall in my lap is well worth the delay. Message: “They’re coming for … Read More Mindfulness: The Graduate Program

Not Knowing, and other disasters

She’s 180 lbs of soft, furry, brindle mastiff love – and she’s very ill. She may die, and she may pull though. I don’t know. About the only thing that I do know, is that I don’t know. That’s a hard place to be, but it offers some stunning and sometimes very painful opportunities to practice living in this moment. Not quite a week … Read More Not Knowing, and other disasters

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On Meditation

As I stepped into the barn on this cool morning, all three horses were still and silent.  I was among them, welcomed.  They neither turned to greet me nor turned away.  They simply accepted my presence as part of their own. For most of us, the barriers that we erect to keep our ‘self’ safe preclude this kind of openness. We brace for impact … Read More On Meditation

It’s the Little Things

At some point in my life, I became a champion of little things.  I don’t remember when this happened, which isn’t unusual because I have such a quirky memory.  What I do know is that I’ve always been fascinated by the tiny. Miniscule beads, insects, seeds, just about anything mini is interesting in some way to me.  This has been quite a challenge, I … Read More It’s the Little Things

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Being Human Doings

As I was mucking stalls last night, sweating and heaving soggy, stinking wads of bedding into the wheelbarrow, I caught myself feeling guilty, almost panicked, that I wasn’t getting enough work done.  The anxiety swelled, and somewhere between shovel-fulls I actually heard myself say, “I don’t have time for this!  I have work to do!”  Oh, dear. I haven’t written in weeks, there are four massive … Read More Being Human Doings

Morning’s Quiet Green

Alarm shatters sleep long before dawn helter skelter fumbling for shower and what to wear pulling on a sock and email between sips of coffee cat food dog food fish food horse food me food almost done check the dog water, refill oh, forgot dog pills get cheese need milk, need cat food… Grab keys, turn off lights pat dogs, pat cat, say good-bye out … Read More Morning’s Quiet Green

First Evening of Spring

Two apples from Panera, chopped into tiny pieces, tucked into a ziplock bag.  Step out through the mudroom with me into the dusk, on this, the first night of spring. Mind the cat, he’s deaf.  Sixteen years old, and he still catches mice.  I find the tails and gut-bits on the mudroom floor where he spends his retirement stretched out in the sun.  Appreciate the skreeeee-BANG … Read More First Evening of Spring

The Pasture Bell

There’s a bell that hangs from the oak in the pasture.  It’s a remnant from another life, another place, hung with great care during the first months of living here.  I didn’t know this pasture yet.  I didn’t know the intimacy of the hills, the trees, the sandy clay soil that resists the efforts of even the toughest grasses.  I didn’t know Jess, or who we would become … Read More The Pasture Bell

The Path of Waiting

Photograph by Zen Doe Spring seems to be on permanent hold this year.  The flowers have tried their hardest not to bloom.  A few have surrendered to the force of their nature and opened, only to be frozen or crushed by snow.  The horses are shedding, the spring birds have arrived, but there’s not a warm day in sight.  It seems everyone and everything … Read More The Path of Waiting

March Evening Fog

Quick!  Get your camera and follow me!  Out the back door, your boots half on, through the rustle of last year’s leaves, rain-soaked by this evening’s freak spring thunderstorm.  Watch out for the branch there, the one that fell in the snow storm.  Shuffle across the almost dark yard with me, and out to the round-pen.  Don’t zip your jacket.  We don’t have time.  … Read More March Evening Fog

Intimate Solitude

The rains came yesterday, cold and constant, saturating the already-soaked ground and turning the paddock into a swamp. There are hoof prints a foot deep in spots, where restless horses churned up the earth as they endured the relentless frigid pounding. This morning, they huddle in a soggy clump, already recovering and patiently waiting for the sun. Fog drapes itself around them like silk. … Read More Intimate Solitude

Spring Whispers

The sun took tentative steps from behind February clouds this morning.  A winter’s worth of mud conceded, retreated a fraction of an inch, not quite ready to admit the twitchings of little grass roots.  Just today, horses play and tease, nibbling the hem of my jacket, back to life after months of bracing against cold. Step into the barn.  Quiet ~ then whooosh of tiny bird wings. … Read More Spring Whispers

Freshly Pressed! Really??!!

“Are You Listening” was featured on freshly Pressed! Get the smelling salts! *Running about in the pasture, flapping my hands and hyperventilating* Thank you, WordPress Editors! Most important, thank YOU, readers.  Your encouragement has inspired me. Zen Doe

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Are You Listening?

At the paddock gate, stop to become horse. The whirlwind of everyday thoughts has no useful place here Leave grind-mind at the gate, as you would your shoes outside the door of the temple Listen! Listen with your fingertips, to the cold of the latch Hear with your eyes, the beads of night-dew frozen now in splendid prisms. Listen!  Become a great wide door to the … Read More Are You Listening?

The Boy Who Brought Potatoes to Horses

My fingers are already burning, flashing white, begging me to go back into the house, out of this bitter, bone-jarring cold.  It will be dead dark in half an hour. The horses crowd to the barn, irritable and hungry, jostling for position and charging at one another.  The wind drives nails through our skin.  In their stalls, they pace and snort as though winter were a tiger, … Read More The Boy Who Brought Potatoes to Horses

Turning Compassion Inward

All of us struggle with our pain to some degree.  Our pain contracts us, folding us over to protect the heart. It feels right, it feels like the natural path, to become defensive, small and hard. Shutting ourselves off from what we believe to be the source of discomfort, we build walls, erect barriers and summon the guards of anger and indignation. We struggle in this … Read More Turning Compassion Inward

The Heart Calls

Jess’s passing left an enormous empty space in the pasture.  Not only did Kit and Little Horse grieve in their way, now confused and leaderless, it was also hard on the mare next door. For more than twenty years, Jess had been over-the-fence neighbors with the two Belgian draft horse mares in the adjacent field.  These girls had known and supported one another through harsh, bone-crushing winters and through languid, … Read More The Heart Calls

Helping a Horse to Die Well

Sometimes, the best you can do is enough.  Being strong for someone can be the hardest thing a soul can endure.  But, you do your best – for love, for duty, to be of help.  You stumble.  You make mistakes.  Your fear makes little unexpected appearances, cameos, and you pray that you’ll hold fast long enough to see this thing through.  You fail in a … Read More Helping a Horse to Die Well

Good Night, Jess

This evening, I sat for a long time in the field with them while they grazed.  Just watching, just breathing with them.  After a time, it was just Jess and me.  I went to the barn to get her mane and tail brush.  She followed me.  I needed to spend some time just with her.  She knew that and followed me into the barn, … Read More Good Night, Jess

Horse Tale

Horses.  They take their time letting you in.  Trust is measured in years, not moments.  They can be aloof, pissy, and sometimes terrifying in their strength.  But, when they open their hearts to you, there is nothing like it on earth.  They take up residence in your soul.  They whisper directly into your chest, bypassing your defenses.  All horses are unicorns. Jess will only … Read More Horse Tale

Embrace

By anyone’s standards, Kit is large.  A spotted draft horse weighing more than 1800 lbs, with feet the size of dinner plates and a skull the size of my torso, she is a formidable animal.  At 13 years old, she is still not broke to ride, but she has skills.  When I am confused or frightened, it is she who immediately recognizes it and … Read More Embrace

At the End of the Day, Horses

I am happy. I am blessed. How wonderful is it, to go out to your back pasture in the warm summer twilight, and to whistle, loud, through your teeth like your dad taught you to do, and to wait… wait in the damp silent darkening green.  You hear them through your feet.  Then a flash of white, and three horses gallop thundering black and … Read More At the End of the Day, Horses