05/02/2025
irti päästäminen on vaikeaa 🥲🥲
For those who have had a horse…or a dog…or a cat or bird or lizard or any animal…or a friend, family member, or partner who you loved so deeply…and then they departed this world, either timely or untimely. And you feel or felt like it’s just not possible to feel that way again with another…
It was all just so sudden. Rocky died and Tally was here the next week. They were supposed to be friends, buddies, and Rock would mentor her in the ways of horse-hearted work with humans. That was the story of how it would go in my head, anyway. But Rock and the universe conspired for something different, and he passed just days before she was to come.
Deep down, I can feel some sort of divine timing in it.
But also deep down, it didn’t feel fair. For her.
Tally came and there I was still processing, still grieving, still gathering myself. And here was this gray mare with the sweetest eyes just wanting to fit in and feel safe. And there I was, not able to be fully present with her. Just wanting to tell her stories about this horse I once knew named Rocky.
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Seems the first key to it, is you have to let them go. Not the love, not the relationship, not the future times with them that will happen in mysterious cosmic ways….but the journey with them in this world. Because this will allow you to open your heart completely to a new journey with another.
Will they take the place of the one who passed? No. Will they continue with you where you and the one who passed left off? No. Will they be like them? Will they act like them and say and do and like the same things?
No.
They will only do one thing.
They will be themselves.
And they will only ask you to be the same thing. Be yourself. Just be who you are and where you are.
So let go, and then let up. Let up the grief, letting it flow and pass. Let up the pressure to create and repeat something the same. And let up the emotion again and again and share it and tell your new friend the stories of the one who passed. Speak of your grief. Tell them of the great good grande time you shared. They will want to share in it with you. Because they want the whole you. The one with the stories of beautiful times.
And you will look up at them and see them sharing your feeling with you.
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I’m out in the pasture. It’s a hard day. I’m feeling hard things. I sit down and just let it all come, no more pushing on, let’s just sit in it and feel it. And I feel like I’m alone in it all right then.
I hear something. It’s far away at first, but getting closer. Steps. Hoof steps. And as they get closer they grow in intention. I’ve heard this before. It sounds exactly like it did when Rocky would see me and feel me and come to me out in the pasture when I was down except—
Except it’s not him.
Doesn’t feel like him.
Tally walks up to me and stands over me and there’s something in her energy, her presence, her being…where I instantly feel everything is okay, just as it is, just as I am, just as we all are.
And I know this feeling. This horse-soul-speak. Rocky taught it to me.
But she isn’t Rocky. And she has her own voice. One I’ve never heard before.
But the feeling of it…the language of it…the land of it…is the same.
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Rocky and I had twenty one years. Tally and I have nine months. And all I have to do is be one of the most courageous brave of the bravest things in this life—
Open-hearted.
Keeping all the love, letting go of comparing every horse to a horse that’s no longer here, and setting new relationships free to go wherever they go.
So let’s go for a ride, Tally.
😊🐴🙏