The twigs and brambles pull and tear at my clothes like clamouring requirements. I chose to ride this route again after many months, testing the access to a place that was dear to my mind but guarded by vicious thorns.

My ‘Spirit Horse’ strode bravely on unencumbered by the need for comfort or solace. The need for choice, the need for accolade.
I did not want the inclusion of ease on my journey here. I wanted the path to suddenly clear, with great recognition of my battles.
But he quietly, steadfastly carried me through, no fanfare required.

The beautiful clearing opened up before me, shining golden in the sun as I knew it would. I knew it was there, he did not.

But still he did not flinch, arriving as if it was expected patiently accepting the abundance that was ours.
He was ‘calmness’.

He showed me what life is like when I didn’t want anything, when I didn’t need anything. He took me back to the clearing where everything was already there.
Always waiting for me to arrive and accessible in spirit whenever I want him to take me there.