A common purpose: about my relationship with my horses

Most people with whom I’ve discussed my precious private relationship with my horses know that it has a very deep spiritual quality to it. And it’s more than that of a woman who loves her horses.  In fact, I wasn’t one of those horse crazy little girls in childhood, although I did love Marguerite Henry books.

For me these horses are the perfect embodiment of everything that this blog is about. Exactly how do they embody what’s truly important to me?

My horses are my teachers and reminders about subtle and more natural forms of healthcare when I go astray and depend too much on easy fixes or drugs. Like my children, solving their root emotional issues or understanding what their symptoms are telling me about their level of adjustment is far more healing than just prescribing a potion.  And the sense of satisfaction with settling a health issue with them like this is far deeper that the one I get with any other form of tending to them.

They are also my greatest advocates and partners in building understanding between people of diverse cultures. I’ve met many wonderful people from all over the world because of my horses.  I have dear friends in places like Israel, Egypt, Jordan, Canada, Germany, and Belgium, some of whom I’m only able to stay in touch with through the magic of the internet.

My horses are also highly sensitive and easily over stimulated. This is one of the things that makes an Egyptian Arabian so special.  They require clarity of purpose, dignity, and cooperation in the way that they are treated. As do I. When I understand them and act appropriately we’re all far more at peace.

My horses are great teachers for one living with overblown intuitive abilities, as well. They share this quality of being exquisitely in tune with their environments and the people around them. As prey animals, they’re also very in tune with energy. For instance, I shouldn’t have been surprised by the mare who escaped her pasture and trotted right over to dance through my garden of antique roses one day.

Why so unusual?  This happened just a few hours after I posted online that I loved the view outside my office window as I could see my mare – this particular mare – “prancing in the garden.” What I really meant that I loved watched her prancing in the “pasture” every day and since I’ve not been able to get her in foal that this was her special job.

You see, my kids have noticed I sometimes slip into the vernacular or accents of the people I’m talking to when I don’t watch it. (Maybe an empath thing?) It’s actually not as bad as it was when I was younger. A few days ago I was posting comments to someone in England where garden can simply mean “yard” and decided as I was about to edit my words not to bother. So I let stand words that really weren’t “me” but got my point across.

An hour later this mare, my most powerful medicine mare, literally got out of her pasture through a loosely latched gate, ran right over to the antique rose garden in front of the window, and proceed to prance back and forth with her loose floating trot. I was shocked. And then I remembered my post.

Yes, my horses even remind me at times how powerful words are. And no matter how many times I experience it, this kind of resonance still shocks me sometimes.

I’ve had love affair with the Egyptian Arabian horse and the wonderful people that share my love for them since stumbling upon The Pyramid Society’s booth at the 1992 Scottsdale All Arabian Horse Show by sheer “accident.” Though captivated by the Arabian in general after a single encounter responding to a horse ad in the newspaper, I was immediately clear a few weeks later in Scottsdale that it was the Egyptian Arabian that I most felt a kinship with.

An Egyptian Arabian is an Arabian horse that traces in every line of its pedigree to a collection of the most esteemed horses of the desert which were assembled by the pashas of Egypt in the 1800’s. These horses were bred from war mares that had inhabited the desert for thousands of years.

The Egyptian Arabian is a breed blessed by fate…a quality which it shares with the story of my own life.  As if divinely protected, each time they’ve been endangered (near extinction, actually) someone has stepped in and saved the day. And like me, my horses seem to have been spared for a purpose.

These beloved creatures now inspire me to live my life celebrating beauty and truth in each and every day.  And I’m not alone. The horse of the desert has inspired warriors and poets, kings and artists for centuries.

And it is in its new role, I think, that it has found the reason for this quality for being so blessed by fate.  After thousands of years of being used by man as a machine for war and conquest it is now experiencing a renaissance in the world as a builder of bridges between cultures.   The Egyptian Arabian horse is now the ultimate spiritual warrior.

It’s a mission that suits these horse well.

~

{Allison Peacock Photo:  The straight Egyptian Arabian mare, Gamrah Al-Tawuus was one of the first foals bred by Peacock Creek Farm.  Born under a full moon, her name means “the Peacock’s girl as lovely as the full moon” in Arabic.}

By | 2018-01-30T01:24:11+00:00 April 13th, 2009|Animal-Inspired Mindfulness|12 Comments

About the Author:

Allison Peacock is a Spiritual Wellness Practitioner and the Practice Manager at Lake Travis Integrative Medicine. A mind-body medicine expert for more than three decades, she is a passionate teacher of Integrative Medicine approaches, including self-care, building resilience, spiritual transformation, self-regulation and Earth-honoring spirituality.

12 Comments

  1. Angus April 15, 2009 at 12:05 am - Reply

    To be honest, I don’t even like horses that much. But this was an interesting post and I look forward to the continuing story.

    cheers,
    Angus

    • Allison Peacock April 15, 2009 at 7:49 am - Reply

      Wow, Angus, this is indeed high praise coming from a non-horselover. Thanks for tuning in. I appreciate the comment.

      Allie

  2. Pierre April 16, 2009 at 10:03 am - Reply

    Dearest Allison,
    It is so great that you get your resonance from your horses. I know the feedback is a wonderful echo they give you. This lack of echo, of feedback, this need for a perpetual and reliable miror is hard on a man with lots to share, lots to give.
    Hugs,
    Pierre

    • Allison Peacock April 16, 2009 at 10:26 am - Reply

      Thank you for the lovely thoughts, my friend. Mirrors are everywhere! Sometimes it’s just harder to see them. Now perpetual and reliable are another thing all together! LOL Hugs from across the great pond, Allie

  3. Brandon Tran April 19, 2009 at 10:35 am - Reply

    When I was younger, 14 – 16 my father bought me 2 horses. It was a major learning experience. My family really didn’t have anything to do with the horses except to make sure I had the money to be able to buy them feed, hay etc… I knew absolutely nothing about them and what it required. I would go out and saddle “June” up and take her on long rides. To get to the point, I didn’t realize the bond needed between a horse and it’s rider. My actions were to simply go outside and ride the horse around. Needless to say, we had no bond, and when I would go out, she wouldn’t cooperate. In other words, I didn’t have a relationship with “June” so she definitely didn’t want to have anything to do with me either. The internet didn’t exist when I was 15. My experience was mostly trial and error and a minimal reading. I may not have written that story the best, but I hope you get my point. Your story about your relationship with your horses is so important.

    • Allison Peacock January 3, 2010 at 12:34 pm - Reply

      Brandon,

      Through some random click event I landed on this previously unseen comment of yours today! Thanks so much for sharing your story and for taking the time to comment on my blog. I don’t know how I missed it last April. Even technology is random sometimes.

      Cheers!
      Allison

  4. Janice Darr Cua April 24, 2009 at 7:02 pm - Reply

    Allison,
    Absolutely love the insight of your blog.
    Animals such as horses have an acute instinct mankind has forgotten due to modern technology and years of being taught how to out smart mother nature. We should study them well if we desire what we’ve lost spiritually and instinctively. No better mentor than getting back to the balance of nature and what it holds for us.
    The common love for animals just might reveal the honorable similarities between people of different nationalities, instead of differences the media pounds in our new brains. I say bring on the old brain, we need it back and fast if we want to make a positive difference.

    No doubt, studying and painting the Arabian Horse has miraculously unlocked history with passion, opened doors to new countries and friends I never would have known otherwise.
    Keep on writing Allison!
    and yes it is true, there’s obviously Angels among us and you’re one of them!
    Janice Darr Cua

    • Allison Peacock April 24, 2009 at 7:21 pm - Reply

      Janice,

      I’m humbled by your comments. Thanks so much for sharing your insight! So nice that these angel horses have brought us all together.

      Allison

  5. jack vaughan March 23, 2010 at 7:57 pm - Reply

    I have been caught surreptitiously reading your blog even though we have no connection with one another, other than my being in Austin a good bit of the time.

    Your comments about spirituality/clairvoyance(?) prompted me to relate a short story to you which ties horses and distance viewing. I grew up with horses in what used to be the countryside but is now southwest Austin. My mother taught dressage for many years and also raised your kind of “desert” Arabians. But my own horse was half Morgan half quarter horse named Java. Early one morning my mother was awakened by Java communicating with her (as she was always the fey one). My mother was able to know that Java had been bitten by a rattlesnake and she could SEE that the snake had crawled over under an oak tree and was asleep. My mother had not left the house yet, and since I was still at home she awakened me to get my pistol and go out and kill the snake. What she told me was completely improbable, of course, but I went out and looked exactly where she described and there was the rattlesnake peacefully coiled up doing what snakes do. My mother came out soon after she was dressed and we got the vet out because the snakebite was on the nose and was constricting the air passage. All’s well that ends well (except for the snake’s untimely demise due to distance viewing).

    No need to contact or reply as I am very seldom on social networks. But I have had a lot to do with horses and extremely perceptive women and honor them both.

    be well, Jack

    • Allison Peacock March 23, 2010 at 8:37 pm - Reply

      Thank you for stopping by, Jack! The world needs perceptive women-honoring men. Enjoy Austin.

  6. jack vaughan March 23, 2010 at 7:59 pm - Reply

    oh yes, Allison…if you are bothered with chronic pain from your back you might check into http://www.egoscue.com. It has been a great help to me, and of the 5 people to whom I have recommended it, 4 have really been helped.

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