Tag: zen

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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

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

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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

Wordless Wednesday ~ tiny wings

smaller than a thumbsize does not define the hearttiny hummingbird ~ Photograph by ZenDoe, ©ZenDoe 2013

Acceptance

How deeply poignant, our struggle to “accept”.  How painfully overwhelming to wrestle with surges of agonizing grief, the black ocean of shame, the fear of what may come, or the steadfast desire to make things right. We know beyond any doubt, and from our own experience, that some kind of acceptance would resolve, at least to a degree, the ferocity of the conflict within us.  And yet, the … Read More Acceptance

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 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

The Courage to Risk

Anaïs Nin: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom” Winter is still clinging tightly to the pasture.  The icy wind threatens, and despite the sun there are still patches of snow.  Yet, almost imperceptibly, spring is being born.  There is mud where the snow has been.  The grass is … Read More The Courage to Risk

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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?

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

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