The horses stand at the gate.
“Where have you been?” ask their eyes and ears.
“I’ve been writing.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s my art of arranging words — the sounds …
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The horses stand at the gate.
“Where have you been?” ask their eyes and ears.
“I’ve been writing.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s my art of arranging words — the sounds you hear me think to express the ramblings of my mind — so many other humans may know them.”
“Primitive!” they say with a twist of lips and narrowed eyes.
“Humans aren’t horses,” I remind. “We’re a relatively new species, still trying to figure things out.”
The thought “too much figuring” takes form within, as I catch my mare’s mischievous grin and glint of eye.
[From the book “Touching Horses: Communication, Health and Healing through Acupressure,” by Marion Kaselle, J.A. Allen & Co. Ltd., London, 1995.]
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