December 26

Stillness

Stillness

A strange stillness resides in the eye of a horse, a composure that regards the world from a measured distance.  Reassuring that he holds you in his deepest regard unforced, an awareness of shared commonality lacking any hesitance.  Slow and steady breathing, big heart deftly beating. Thoughtful and complicated, a mind that tolerates little digression.  Sentient beast occupies the moment with you, intervals that seem so precious and few. He patiently waits for you to grasp his opinion, ready to reiterate an equine point of view.  Then it is your turn to confide in him, deliver all the unseemly truths. Whispered softly into the privacy curtain that is his mane without any reproof.

So step into his existence.  Absorb his wizened features. Dally in all-seeing eyes and admire his depth of vision.  To seek enlightenment communing with his great presence is panacea reserved for very few creatures.  To seek it is to find solace renewed.

~Charlotte Greer Slater

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December 26

In the half-light

In the half-light

Here I am in the half-light
Toes dig in the grass
What a glorious night
Twilight with clouds that scud by
Hiding the moons great mass

Hear it, hear the wee owl?
He does not fear the half-light
I sit and listen
As he sings with all his might

You are just in reach when thoughts escape me
I know sometimes it is hard to trace
By the looks on my face
In the half-light
on a clear night

It is easier to be contrite
Than discuss what lies in the air tonight
It is easier to fight with all my might
Then give into the half-light

And the wee owl sings along
He sings to the throng of all left unsaid
He sings for the fears in my head
To the half-light,
the wee owl will forever belong.

Charlotte Slater 2008

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