posted by Denise Chasin at 2013-02-19 21:44:00
Because of the Personal Ponies organization, strangers came together this weekend as friends. Before Bailey and Sterling came to live here, I didn't know of anyone named Allison, Abigail, Georgia, Gramma or Grampa in Allison's family. It was only after those two little munchkin faces graced my email screen that we all became connected. Because of two dear little hearts and a wise quarter horse, five people had a lovely visit yesterday.
We shared a home cooked meal, belated Christmas gifts, family stories and the light in a little girl's eyes when she was wheeled out to where "our ponies" live. She saw her Christmas card and letter to them taped to the outside of their shelter along side pictures that she drew and colored for them. It was that same light in that little girl's face that beamed over us all, when we took pictures of our ponies at her side. She hugged them, brushed them and laid her face next to their fuzzy coats as they stood perfectly still, drinking in her love. You'd never have thought she was wheel chair bound or wore braces on her legs. We all talked with Abilgail too, about the "vacation," the ponies are having at my house while she goes home with her mother, grandmother and grandfather to do other things that she needs to do to grow up healthy and strong.
I'm sure that the Personal Ponies organization sparks many visits like ours. But it took vision and energy from a kind soul to get that moving and keep it viable. Our visit this weekend signifies a shift for me in "our America" too, one that is returning to love from indifference, choosing to be awake and fully present, rather than moving through life like a robot.
It was lovely to see a family of multiple generations living in one home, all giving to each other on multiple levels, all pouring their love and devotion into a little girl with a ready smile and bright mind despite her special needs. A father came, proud of his family and the stories that he can still tell about his contributions to life and the wisdom in his lessons learned as part of those contributions. A mother and grandmother came with a heart as big as our universe taking care of not only her granddaughter, but her father and daughter too. And that same mother had a ready smile for me, a stranger before we met, yet part of their extended family now. How easily I was adopted. How deeply I felt loved and appreciated.
A young mother came who's spirit and energy matches a shooting star and who listens to the language of her daughter, honoring her intelligent spirit and moving mountains to help her grow as she cares for her special needs. A family friend came too, whom you can see is part of this family's blood and walks as part of that same family circle. She too showered me with gifts and shared in the harmony I strive to create here.
The joy expressed by all brought warmth to a winter day that balanced the bite of the crisp air. The smiles beaming across the desert floor were immeasurable. The gifts we all shared ranged from food to belated Christmas presents and and an overflow of apples and carrots for all the horses that live here with the ponies. There were a few special moments when my dear friend Fred, 26 now in quarter horse years, showed us his majesty in how he looks over "his" ponies.
His benevolence greeted them at the pasture gate when it was time for them all to have their turn out back, and again at lunch when he shared his hay without a second thought. Another moment found its way into the people space when Sterling needed to be corrected for some pawing he was doing near my horse trailer. The person was in the right to kindly correct Sterling's pawing, but Fred let her know that he was watching, and to be sure that the correction was kind and patient. We all laughed at his loving, watchful eye. His connection with the ponies is what started this whole adventure for me, so I am particularly grateful that the vision in my heart is the same one that's materializing.
As the sun makes its way behind the mountain's crest, I look out my office window at three horse pancakes lounging in the sand, taking a nap in the sun after a cold night of wandering around to stay warm. Those pancakes are Fred, Bailey and Sterling. The bigger horses are up from their earlier nap and wandering the back pasture now in their "turn." These are days well spent.
The days shall bring us good things.
posted at: 2013-02-19 21:44:00, last updated: 2014-06-17 14:39:33