Once I read about a horse that lived in the same pasture for over 30 years, eating the same old tired grass, trying to find shade in the noonday heat under the same scrawny tree. After many years of neglect, the fence that separated this pasture from a lush, grassy meadow studded with beautiful leafy trees crumbled and eventually fell. Stepping over the fallen wood would have been a very simple matter for the horse, yet it stood at the border where it had always stood, looking longingly over at the grass as it had always looked.
I feel so sorry for that horse. It had become so accustomed to its old boundaries that it never noticed when they were outworn. I wish someone from the other side had called it over so it could have spent its final years grazing in a greener, fresher, infinitely more satisfying space.
Many of us have felt our spirits quicken through glimpses of something ineffable in the mist beyond normal awareness and longed to pursue it. But concerns about the judgment of others and habitual assumptions about what we think we should be thinking and doing are not easy to recognize or change. Moreover, the daily demands of life are so compelling that we usually defer our journey into the deeply alluring recesses of the forest until another day.
What are we to do if we do not want to end up like that horse? Luckily we humans have a special someone who beckons to us from beyond our outworn boundaries: she is the wisdom of the Deep Feminine traditionally called Sophia. But to hear her call we need to turn off the constant flow of words and listen with our hearts and bodies.
The promptings that come from this inner being are so faintly heard at first, however strong on their own plane, that we tend to disregard them as trivial. This is the tragedy of man. The voices that so often mislead him into pain-bringing courses–his passion, his ego, and blind intellect–are loud and clamant. The whisper that guides him aright and to God is timid and soft. Paul Brunton (22-1-201)
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Beautiful as always, Jeanie, and right where I’m at. The Mistress of the Forest has invited this old horse to step across into freedom, and with her guidance, I am doing just that. And she has many helpers for the frightened and the lame, and you are one of her most trusted workers. <3 Joseph
I’m thrilled for you, Joseph. Those decades-old mental boundaries have a powerful hold on the ego, don’t they? Wishing you a fertile connection with Sophia and an easy passage into green pastures, my old friend. Jeanie
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Thank you. 🙂
Thank you Jeanie. This is a beautiful post and metaphor about the horse who won’t step over the line.
She asks much of us and responding to her call will bring unexpected and surprising gifts. You ask what is the Mistress of the Forest asking of me right now? Interestingly I wrote about just this a year or so ago when we were discussing the Black Madonna in a group meet. We sketched whatever we wanted to sketch paint draw etc and I wrote about the BM beckoning to me ..
Lovely, Susan. Thank you. Yes, she calls to us in many guises: black or white, male or female, symbol or feeling, dream or waking image, outer or inner voice. But always she is the loving, protective, caring, nurturing, healing, life-enhancing, mothering Sacred Feminine who lives in all of us and wants us to become our best Selves.