After I had finished feeding the horses, my gelding, Jay walked out to the darkness of the night. Maya (my mare) remained in her stall. I grabbed my stool and took a seat to begin my meditation. When I closed my eyes the sounds around me became more apparent. The steady crunching of Maya eating her hay and the soft landing of her hooves hitting the stall floor whilc she walked about her stall, on some given moments.
My mind is chattering, trying to quiet my thoughts. I open my eyes and see Kichi (barn kitty) perched on the hay, next to my side.
I close my eyes again, to once again attempt to quiet my thoughts. I find peace in knowing, even though Jay walked out to the pasture out of Maya’s eyesight, she remains quiet and calm from her stall. I find peace in knowing the warm glow of light from the barn. In this peace there is the knowing that each of my animal family freely has found a comfort in their place on the farm as the day has come to an end.
As I slow down my racing thoughts, I could feel the tension of the week being released.
I sit in mediatation for several minutes and then I feel a presence near. I open my eyes and glance over at Kichi. Her eyes are clearly fixed on something. I turn around to face the front of the barn and there is the tom cat, that appears for a visit from time to time. When I turn, he doesn’t move, but surprisingly, lays down, and tucks his front legs close to his body. Lying on the ground without any fear. He looks like a Lynx with the mane around his face. He lays there, with no concerns of my movements.
The movements, the noises, the choices the animals bring about, all in the night, speak the language of a night on the farm.
By Diana Wanamaker
Copyright November 4, 2017
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