Do You Hear What I Hear?

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Do You Hear What I Hear?

It is common for folks to recount stories of their visits with the horses but every now and again, someone will relay an experience which can only be described as a literal “message from the herd”. In keeping with the winter theme of this issue, I’m reminded of a visit the horses and I one Christmas, by a woman who braved the snow because she “wanted to know peace before the craziness of the season”…

The snow had been falling for days. We were enjoying a true winter wonderland with drifts of snow higher than I’ve ever seen here on the wet coast. The horses delighted in the weather, especially Cricket who hails from wintry Alberta. She and Chiron were kicking up their heels and even the normally reserved Grace could be observed making snow angels.

One of the things I notice most when it snows here is the deep quiet that settles itself onto our little mountain top. Instead of hearing the faraway sounds that seem to carry upward during the course of everyday, it is the sounds that seem to lay between each snowflake that whisper imperceptibly when I’m out with the horses.

Do You Hear What I Hear?When Kristin arrived it was still snowing. We bundled up before walking down to the horses, following the path I had forged with our puppy earlier that day. At six months of age, Saxon was already 90 pounds and in this weather, his exuberant play allowed him to be part mastiff and part snow plough.

When we reached the horses, they were sprinkled in white and each approached in turn to offer a friendly hello. Kristin giggled as Chiron touched her nose with his. He gave way to Cricket, who not to be outdone, batted her bejeweled eyelashes, showing off each snowflake to its best effect.

Then came Grace.

Grace lightly rested her head on Kristin’s shoulder, whiffling her nose by Kristin’s ear and breathing warm horse breath into her hair. Kristin sighed and everything became still. As I watched, a gentle smile spread across Kristin’s face, and then a tear fell to her cheek. She sighed again and with her eyes closed, leaned her ear closer still to Grace’s warm breath. Another sigh and she opened her eyes to look at me.

“Do you hear what I hear?” she asked?

Before I could reply, she told me it sounded like Grace was whispering to her and the words she thought she heard were, “You are the source of your peace.”

Kristin raised her hand to rest on Grace’s neck. Another sigh, another tear, then Grace walked away, leaving Kristin with the peace she had arrived with, but needed reminding of.

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Sandra Wallin

Sandra Wallin has been learning from horses, in one way or another, her entire life, but it wasn’t until her horses Grace and Chiron arrived that her apprenticeship truly began. Sandra claims Grace has taught her to be a better person and Chiron is teaching her to be a better horse, and as she learns, so she teaches, in her Equine Guided Development programs at Chiron’s Way. www.chironsway.com

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