I am currently reading a book called The Tao of Horses, Exploring How Horses Guide Us on Our Spiritual Path, by Elizabeth Kaye McCall. I am just starting it and I am sure I am going to enjoy it, but this is not really about that book. I am sure you will hear more from me on that when I am finished. However, it already has me thinking about horses and how they contribute to my spirituality.
I was raised in the church. As a matter a fact, my Dad is a minister. Not only was I raised in church, I was raised in the Pentecostal Religion. I don't mean anything negative toward that religion at all. It is, or was when I was growing up a very strict religion. Contrary to that fact, my Mom and Dad were divorced. Not exactly what you would expect to hear in that religion. Dad didn’t become a minister until after they divorce. Dad became a minister and Mom became a “social butterfly”! I was raised somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace, as the old saying goes. Life for me as a child was quite versatile, to say the least. On the weekends I was with Dad and his new family, it was church, church and more church. With Mom, it was having fun, party and experience everything you can.
When Mom and Dad married they were both in church and loved to ride and show horses. After the divorce, Dad got all the horses, with the exception of one, that I paid for with child support he sent. That horse, at that time, was the only constant in my life. Mom didn’t want anything to do with the horses or church. Dad was so involved in church and his new family that he didn't have time for horses. That was extremely hard for me. I have always been horse crazy. My life completely changed with two signatures on a piece of paper. The showing stopped. I went from a farm with 25 horses to a trailer park with one horse two miles from where I lived.
Now that I have given you a little of the background I want to share with you why they mean so much to me. I am not a religious person. Religion, to me, has become a habit for so many. I do consider myself to be a spiritual person. I believe horses have always been in my life for many reasons but for certain they draw me closer to God. There have been times in my life when I have traveled the wrong trail but horses have always been a constant. They keep me in contact with my God, even when I don’t feel worthy.
Lesson 1. When I go to the barn to feed. I can close my eyes and hear the horses contently eating their grain. They are grateful. Just humble and happy to be fed.
Lesson 2. When I am riding, my horse will let me know if I am pushy and impatient. No hidden agendas for them. Just honesty. Wholesome truth.
Lesson 3. Horses do not care what has happened or what will happen. They are concerned with NOW. The present. “A horse doesn’t care about yesterday and he’s not worried about tomorrow, but he’s darn sure interested in the moment…” a quote I read from James Wyllie. If you’ve been around horses for a day, you know this is 100% truth.
And finally, Horses help me to have faith, hope, and love for mankind and God’s creation. They pass no judgments. They are a mirror of our reflection. They give out exactly what they take in.
I Corinthians 13:13
I am not knocking religion in any way. The last thing I would want to do is offend anyone over their religion. Just want to share my view on the way horses helped keep me spiritual. I am grateful, as I am sure many of you reading this post are, to have horses in my life. Now at this point in my life, I do my best to share with other people through lessons and children’s camps. That’s the least I can do.