The Heart of the World

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The mares go down for their evening feed
                                                                            into the meadow grass.
Two pine trees sway the invisible wind 
                                                                       some sway, some don’t sway.
The heart of the world lies open, leached and ticking with sunlight
For just a minute or so.
The mares have their heads on the ground,
                                           the trees have their heads on the blue sky.
Two ravens circle and twist.
                On the borders of heaven, the river flows clear a bit longer.
~Charles Wright “Miles Away”

 

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It isn’t yet time to turn the Haflingers out on pasture.  The fields still squish from our heavy winter rains when I check the grass growth and test how firm the ground feels.

But spring is in the air, with pollens flying from the trees and the faint scent of plum and cherry blossoms wafting across the barn yard.  The Haflingers know there are green blades rising out there.

There is a waning pile of hay bales in the barn being carefully measured against the calendar.  We need to make it last until the fields are sufficiently recovered, dried out and growing well before the horses can be set free from their confinement back on the green.

Haflingers don’t care much about the calendar.  They know what they smell and they know what they see and they know what they want.

One early spring some years ago,  as I opened the gate to a paddock of Haflinger mares to take them one by one back to the barn, their usual good manners abandoned them.  Two escaped before I could shut the gate, the siren call of the green carrying them away like the wind, their tails high and their manes flying.  There is nothing quite as helpless as watching escaped horses running away as fast as their legs can carry them.

They found the nearest patch of green and stopped abruptly, trying to eat whatever the meager ground would offer up.    I approached,  quietly talking to them, trying to reassure them that, indeed,  spring is at hand and soon they will be able to eat their fill of grass.   Understandably suspicious of my motives, they leaped back into escape mode, running this time for the pasture across the road.

We live on a road that is traveled by too many fast moving cars and trucks and our farm on a hill is hampered by visibility issues –my greatest fear is one of our horses on the road would cause an accident simply because there would be no time for a driver to react after cresting a hill at 50 mph and finding a horse a mere twenty yards away.

I yelled and magically the mares turned, veering back from the road.  As I marveled at my ability to verbally redirect them from dashing into potential disaster,  they were heading back to the barn on their own, where their next most attractive feature on the farm dwelled:  our stallion.  He was calling them, knowing things were amiss, and they responded, turning away from the green to respond to the call of the heart.

So that was where I was able to nab them in their distracted posing for the guy in their lives.  Guys can do that to a gal.  You can end up completely abandoning thoughts of running away with the wind when the right guy calls your name.

Lured from the green grassy borders of heaven, we respond to the call of the heart from the world.

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6 thoughts on “The Heart of the World

  1. yes, indeed — the teasing scent of incipient Spring and ‘those guys’ will turn a girl’s head and lead her to a lovely distraction.

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  2. I love how God uses our animals to show us lessons and this is a good one. And a good reason that I want to really know the sound of God’s voice, so I’ll alwya be drawn to Him.
    So glad your girls were safe. What a scare!
    Good post!

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  3. It was good to read your post, Emily, as I am recovering after a similar horse escapade this morning in which our five horses were gleefully tearing around a lightly fenced pasture after breaking out of their corral. It’s so stressful when they can get out on the road. But God lovingly helped me including bringing along someone searching the woods for his dog whom I enlisted to help drag a fence panel through the mud. Your post gave me some perspective that I’m not alone in such experiences. I envy your beautiful big pastures!

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  4. Oh wOW! Just reading, my heart immmediately leapt into “horses r on the road” mode. Bless Wally! bless you for the loving followup. Bless you for the memorable photo of the girls flying near the hilltop and beloved anchor tree. Golden Gaits sends her love and fond remembrances. The light you have there is always extraordinary.

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