Rubber boots. Plaid jacket. Baseball cap. Gloves.
Rubber boots. Plaid jacket. Baseball cap. Gloves.
The monotonous routine of getting ready to go outside…..as I put on each piece of my horse chores “uniform,” I am nudged another inch further into the morning; and the next day, another inch further into the rest of the week. And I am grateful. Unable to push myself, it is the humdrum of chores, routines and other beings demanding to be fed that fills in for my missing internal motivation, desire or ambition.
But Fall’s fickle energy begins to slowly nudge me out of this sluggish daze. There is no monotony here: one minute the darkening sky spells rain. In the next minute, the sun shines as if it was out all day. The next day, the frost paints the grass with an iciness that says winter is coming. And then the next day, the balminess in the air matches the warmth in the shades of red, orange and yellow and suddenly I am wrapped in a heat that feels close to summer. My jacket and gloves coming off and on, on and off, trying to keep up with these fluctuations.
Something begins to awaken in me with each dramatic shift; nature’s reminder that no day - no matter how much we assume it will - can ever be exactly the same as the one before it. And we are no different. Each day we wake up anew. Each moment presents us with the opportunity for radical change. Each breath asks us to marvel at the miracle of just being alive.
Let's go! I can feel the energy attempt to beckon me forward.
But I'm not ready, I whisper back.
Two scoops in the first bowl.
Two scoops in the second bowl.
Two scoops in the third.
I dish out their feed and then carry the bowls towards the paddock. Jez first, Skye next, Ace last. I wait for them to finish, as I always do, while listening to the familiar sounds of them crunching and munching and licking their bowls clean. It's just like every other day, except that I'm starting to remember that it's not. So I take a minute to press pause before routine continues to propel me onto the next step.
Feet firmly planted. Shoulders roll back. Eyes close. Inhale deeply. Exhale slowly.
Within seconds, Jez came and stood beside me on my left. Then skye came up beside me on my right. Both of them holding me, surrounding me with support. They nuzzled their respective cheek, wiping away the tears. It wasn't sadness that trickled down my face, it was relief. I could feel the flicker of desire beginning to move through me once again.
With Jez on my left, her wisdom of gentle power and bold grace, holding me so firmly in the present moment; it was like my past no longer mattered. With Skye on my right, her wisdom of playful curiosity and fearless innocence, holding me so fiercely in limitlesspossibility; as if nothing was out of my reach.
I am supported. I am powerful. I am ready!
On cue, Skye stepped forward and moved ahead, calmly walking away.
You have everything you need. You are more than ready. Move powerfully towards what you want.
I retrieved the bowls, took them back to the barn, rinsed them out, placed them back in their spots for the next day, headed back to the house. But it wasn't routine that was pulling me this time; there was a fire in my heart leading me towards something new and exciting.
Let's go! I wanted to shout as I took off my hat, jacket, gloves and boots.
What are you ready for?
October's fiery Full Moon - another supermoon! - is “The biggest and brightest Moon of 2024 and the biggest and brightest Hunters Moon since 2007.”
Please join me tomorrow (today?!) for our next Full Moon Group Meditation.
Thursday, October 17th at 10 AM ET
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There is so much powerful energy to partner with here so let's feel into it together - magnifying the potency even more via the power of collective - and shed any stuck or sluggish energy and catapult ourselves forward.
Hope to see you there!
much love,
Carolyn 💞