Through Horses Eyes

The Horse Whisperer”

In quiet, patient kneeled silence he waits, back turned.
He knows the difference between drawn and driven.
Slowly, hesitantly she is drawn
Like water seeking the lower pool
She steps forward in hesitant curiosity.
Could she trust the hospitality offered so passively?
Could he understand the pain, anger and fear she felt?
He feels her breath warmly exhaled on his back.
There is no lurch of harness.
The gift of trust is stillness.
The gentle Spirit plants the seed of healing.
She listens poised to flee
Then drinks the message of forgiveness
In God’s time – KAIROS .

As a transitional Life Coach I do a lot of work surrounding resistance and why we fight so hard to stay in a place that often keeps us stifled and unhappy.

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