A young monk was sent to meditate alone in a cave. He meditated for ten years, and developed all kinds of mystical powers: he could fly through the air, he could become invisible, he could dip under the earth, and so-forth. After ten years he returned to his master.
“Master, see what I have learned.” He proceeded to show the master all of his exotic powers.
The master frowned. “You’ve missed the point. Go back to the cave and start again.”
~ Taoist story
There are several reasons why I keep this blog or journal. I want to hold on to certain memories that as time passes would be easy to forget. I also want to remember teaching experiences I have had with my horses. Every 3-4 months, I swiffer the blog, cleaning up past entries, deleting ones that I feel are too insignificant to keep, checking links and photos etc… and when I have time re-read certain Guide-posts which were turning points.
I’m struck again by the circular path, in and out, through the Labyrinth, where knowledge is slowly accumulated, put into place, forgotten and then re-learned.
Last week, I had a moving experience with Z that I wasn’t ready yet to share with you. However, that experience generated a lot of creative posts about the inner nature of horses, their meanings to us in a spiritual sense, and how we come to grips or not with those lessons.
This Saturday, that moment of magic was lost. I felf myself sliding back into a mindset of NOWWWWW!!!! Z was only interested in chomping green grass and didn’t seem to realize she was supposed to provide magic upon demand like a vending machine.
Why isn’t the path to enlightenment easy???
It’s really, really irritating that it isn’t. <pout>