I Saw Mythical Beings and I Remembered What It Was Like to Be Wild.
Two days ago, while driving through the Navajo Nation in Eastern Arizona I saw Wild Horses for the first time.
I wish I could have snapped a picture. They were on the side of the road as we drove by and the sight of them was imprinted upon my mind.
I saw two separate groups of them in rapid succession. It was as though they were coming to greet me, to say hello, and I was close enough to look into their eyes.
They didn’t look like the same species as any domesticated horse I’ve ever seen or been around.
They held their heads higher; there was so much spirit in their eyes and in their body language.
They were free.
They were unbroken.
Their backs were straighter and their musculature more defined.
Their manes and tails bouncing.
Their eyes bright and alert with a Fire: of Life, of Freedom, of Spirit.
They owned the space they were occupying.
They were completely and fully ALIVE and IN TUNE.
They looked more like Unicorns or Pegasus. I almost expected to see them take off in flight.
Mythical creatures from the days of old.
And it’s got me thinking again about how tame, how domesticated everything and everyone has become.
How reliant we are on a broken system.
How we’ve lost the wild spirit of who we once were.
In the eyes of those wild horses I saw who we once were.
I saw past our homogenized earth.
I saw mythical beings and I remembered what it was like to be wild.
11/17/2022 10:42:20 pm
Matter board great. Floor character difficult worry staff movie.
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