These days my horse Chandler’s deep brown eyes are glowing. Have you ever noticed this in another person, or in your own eyes as you look in a mirror? It’s your spirit showing through, usually after you have connected deeply with your own heart, and perhaps with the depths of being unveiled in another. It’s summer now, but somtimes in the winter the furry four leggeds on the farm need to stay indoors, out of the New England blizzards. That’s when I might notice a dull glaze in their eyes, until they get to come out into the sun and air again.
Twelve weeks ago my horse underwent abdominal surgery to save his life, and came out the other side into the warm night air under the stars and pranced. Ten weeks later the vet pointed out a small hernia along the incision site, nothing protruding through but something to keep an eye on and give more time to heal. I was worried about it and woke up in the night. I reached out my mind to make contact with the horse, and feeling he was just fine my body would take a deep breath, recognizing truth and ease. Then he seemed very quiet. Still unable to sleep I made the drive to the farm, heading uphill along the long drive under a full moon over rolling hills.
He acknowleged my presence with a touch of his nose, but really he was in horse time. What was a human doing there? There was no place for language in the moon glow as he and the others gazed out over the vista. This morning I sat down to meditate, and the thought arose: If he can be sustained by the moonbeams so that they shine through his eyes so can I and so can we all.