I was stunned by the beauty
of this moment, as this band of horses was guiding and protecting a newborn foal maybe a week old. The stallion was a light gray color with about five or six white or gray mares. The foal was a jet black with four high white stockings and an appaloosa speckling on it's rump. Such magnificence! I still can't believe I actually had this experience.
We were mesmerized
by this instant flash of speed, color and beauty crossing the river in front of us! This was one of those instances in life never matched again in magnitude. I wished at the time I had a camera in hand, but no
such luck. As we continued to peacefully float down the river all I could think about was how fortunate
we were to have witnessed or experienced that moment. For those types of events are few and far between in city life with busy schedules and hectic lives. Not to mention miles and miles of concrete.
We floated
another hour downstream and then came across this same herd of horses near the side of the river, on a small rise. We stopped so I could get a closer look at the new foal. I have always loved horses. They were so
beautiful! I watched them from below, my head just above the rise. The stallion made eye to eye contact with me for a few moments, but did not pay me any attention. So I decided to try and get closer.
With him
watching me I climbed up to the same ground level as the horses and very slowly walked right into their midst. I was thinking I might even get close enough to pet one of the mares. As I thought this band of horses
belonged to someone who was letting them winter graze or free roam their land. I never had dreamed it was a wild band of horses. They were all so beautiful and very healthy.
The stallion accepted my presence -
my slowly walking in and about his mares. I was now in the center of his band of mares until I reached out to pet one of his mares, then, in a flash of flying hoofs they were gone
. They left me standing awed by their beauty.
I hadn't realized how close
we were to the place we were to check in our canoe and I was surprised upon our arrival there to learn that my excursion with the horses had been watchedor witnessed by several people. They had been watching the horses from the canoe store with binoculars when I had shown up. They told me just how lucky I was that the stallion hadn't charged me, as those horses were wild horses.
They told us that there were many local people who had been actively looking and watching for months to get a glimpse of one of the small wild bands of horses that lived in the area. That it was so exceptional that
we had seen them twice and that I had been allowed to walk right into the midst
of one of those wild bands of horses. How incredible it was for us to have seen the new foal all the local folks had been talking about... up so close at hand to the new foal!
As people had especially been on the
outlook to catch a glimpse of that new foal with loud coloring! The foal was black with an apaloosa speckling of white on his rump. A white star on his forehead and had four white stocking feet, truly a beautiful foal.
I in the moment recognized the honor and grace I had been given by this wild, free stallion to walk amidst his band - his family, my presence not being a threat until I reached out to touch.
What an experience! In an age of automobile confusion and concrete reaching toward both sky and horizon, this was a spiritual experience and a moment to remember. Spiritual in the sense that people yearn
for that ultimate freedom, the freedom that this stallion so easily and gallantly portrayed. Is it totally gone from our reality? Wild horses running free and easy with the wind!
We as a society have
gone so far to pursue a sense of freedom, we have tamed the wilderness, we have tamed the beast, but have we mastered freedom? Have we mastered our selves?
When I experience moments such as these I connect with that spirit called freedom or God.