|from the ICA website|
I used to hate that topic. Or was it not the topic but being forced, almost cruelly, even if unconsciously, required to remember, with gritted teeth into the (non)freedom to write instead of being led by respectful guidance into the joy of discovery, in the advance of consciousness. "What I Did" was probably a graded prompt, in a constrained classroom, with a subtext: “hah-hah, don’t you wanna-be-free?”
In any case, I’m about to attempt a transformation on that once-tired topic because I’m wanting to whirl some images around a not-yet-articulated experience--it longs for expression.
And I’m imagining this in a thank-you letter, including the appreciation told by my horse, to the Institute for Conscious Awareness
|. . . Espartaco & me, August, a few days ago. . .|
where I spent five days learning, mostly in the “hands” of the McCormicks’ stallions, about developing the horse’s mind.
That includes, perhaps primarily, imprinting a stallion’s mind within my own body.
Dear friends at the ICA,
[My salutation includes, of course, Espartaco,
Malik, Relevo, Morocco, Cariño, Marco Polo, in addition to Dr. Deborah and Dr. Adele McCormick.]
the letter continues: Leg’cy, the mare who’s been allowing me to ride regularly for a few years here at home, has a few questions for you but they can be reduced to one: What in blazes did you do to Joseph!
|Leg'cy, summer 2013|
1. He didn’t lose a hundred pounds—looks like he enjoyed the Tex-Mex a bit much—but somehow (magically?) we’re riding so much lighter.
2. Being lighter, we made a nice maneuver this week, and while I was bewildered about what just happened, he stopped to let it sink in! He used to persist giving mixed messages until I just quit.
3. Then before starting again, he helped me shift back onto my powerdrive and off we’d go even better than before.
4. Having integrated this shift into better collection, after a few delicious strides, he jumped off; we’re both grinning and chomping on the bit for next time.
Joseph wants to add something:
Working with the mind of the horse also inspires us to see engagement with humans in refreshed ways. Imagine classrooms distinguished by this delicate balance between external/internal. It needs a light touch, minute increments, time for absorption to trace tonalities into feel in order to track and recognize them for the treasure of deep satisfaction and personal empowerment. The texture of collaboration that honors the unique gift (we could call it the divine) in each other awaits us at the edge of our development, of our species’ evolution/s, of the unity—Some of our ancestors called it all-my-relations.
With sincere thanks,
Joseph (AKA DocHorseTales) & Leg'cy