Meditate with Horses | Outdoor

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The Morning Light The mare's breath came in white puffs against the cold morning air. You watched it rise and disappear into the pale dawn light. The horse stood still, massive and warm beside you, both of you quiet in the spreading day. "Just breathe," Katherine said, speaking soft and low like you do to horses. "Feel her heartbeat." You closed your eyes. The horse's coat was smooth and hot under your palm. You could feel the slow, steady thud of the heart beneath muscle and hide. Your own heart slowed to match it. The other participants stood with their horses in the green field surrounded by majestic mountains. Nobody spoke. The only sounds were breathing, hooves in grass, and wind in the oak trees. Earlier, you had groomed the horses with gentle circles of curry combs. The horses had lowered their heads, eyes half-closed in pleasure. Even the most nervous participants relaxed as they worked, finding rhythm in the simple task. You breathed in the scent of hay and horse and wet earth. Your thoughts, which usually raced like startled rabbits, grew still. When you opened your eyes, the sun had climbed higher. Golden light slanted across the pen. The mare turned her great head and regarded you with one liquid eye. In that gaze, you saw something ancient and wise and utterly present. The mare did not worry about tomorrow or regret yesterday. She simply was. You gathered afterward in a circle, these strangers who were no longer strange to each other. You spoke of what you had learned from the horses. Of stillness found, of hearts opened, of peace discovered in unexpected places. The mare stood nearby, dozing in the warming day. At lunch, driving home, you could still feel the ghost of warm horse coat beneath your palm. The memory of that quiet morning stayed with you like a talisman, something to hold against the rush and clamor of the world. The horses had more to teach, and you were ready to learn.