William Blake, the 18th Century visionary and poet, wrote: “In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.” A phrase later paraphrased by Aldus Huxley in his book “The Doors of Perception" and, of course, most famously by the rock band The Doors in the 1960s.
The key thing here is that this is not just a passage between rooms, but access to knowledge, some insight, or a new experience. And when we step through them, there is no going back. There is no unlearning. There is no placing the lid back upon the box.
In our grandiose moments we might name these “portals” – great entrances to citadels or the more ethereal, shamanic gateways between spirit realms. Whether we name them doors or portals, they surround us and they are within us. They mark the boundaries of our skin, our thoughts, our beliefs. The list goes on.
Those of us who work alongside horses are in many ways like gate keepers. And the horses are the portals. They are the doors.
When we stand before a horse; when we look into its eyes; when we walk beside them; if we are open, something shifts. Like walking through the portal, we are offered a new level of awareness. A level of awareness that respects how things are. Not our delusions of aspiration or agenda, not our shallow importance of position or self.
Before these horses we become. With each pace, we step through another doorway. With each doorway, some fresh insight. Each opens our eyes, each peels back layers, each reaches out to that which is. The Reality that sits within the reality.
The horses help us step back into our authentic selves. But they also help us to step out. In connecting with them, we connect back with nature, with Gaia – mother Earth. This is the magic at the heart of the work that we do.
Humanity needs horses. Humanity needs to recognize them for what they are. Portals. In stepping through, we return to, and reconnect with, that which is lost.; that which is within each of us; that which we share with every human, every horse and every living being.
Let us step forward together. Let us accept the invitation of the horses. Let us step through the portal. ~*~
Penned by: Graeme Green, UK
The key thing here is that this is not just a passage between rooms, but access to knowledge, some insight, or a new experience. And when we step through them, there is no going back. There is no unlearning. There is no placing the lid back upon the box.
In our grandiose moments we might name these “portals” – great entrances to citadels or the more ethereal, shamanic gateways between spirit realms. Whether we name them doors or portals, they surround us and they are within us. They mark the boundaries of our skin, our thoughts, our beliefs. The list goes on.
Those of us who work alongside horses are in many ways like gate keepers. And the horses are the portals. They are the doors.
When we stand before a horse; when we look into its eyes; when we walk beside them; if we are open, something shifts. Like walking through the portal, we are offered a new level of awareness. A level of awareness that respects how things are. Not our delusions of aspiration or agenda, not our shallow importance of position or self.
Before these horses we become. With each pace, we step through another doorway. With each doorway, some fresh insight. Each opens our eyes, each peels back layers, each reaches out to that which is. The Reality that sits within the reality.
The horses help us step back into our authentic selves. But they also help us to step out. In connecting with them, we connect back with nature, with Gaia – mother Earth. This is the magic at the heart of the work that we do.
Humanity needs horses. Humanity needs to recognize them for what they are. Portals. In stepping through, we return to, and reconnect with, that which is lost.; that which is within each of us; that which we share with every human, every horse and every living being.
Let us step forward together. Let us accept the invitation of the horses. Let us step through the portal. ~*~
Penned by: Graeme Green, UK