HORSES: CONVERSATION WITH REBECCA
Webmaster’s Note: This series of e-mails came to be as a result of the poem, Horses (reproduced below), written by Rebecca SaraAnne Grey Eagle and dedicated to her spirit-sister, Danielle “Mouse” Calhoun. Becky’s simply profound wisdom and ability to relate and share her love of all living things is a constant source of inspiration. Becky died in 2003 at age 33 and she is sorely missed and remembered by all with whom she came in contact.
----- Original Message -----
From: becky_greyeagle
To: IWVPA@y…
Sent: Tuesday, April 16, 2002 6:35 AM
Subject: [IWVPA] For You Mouse, For you my friend
HORSES
From the Dark shadows of the night they Come
They stand as though waiting for someone
They wait in the shadows so none may see
From the House, two silent figures appear
To those in the shadows they do run
No sounds do they make, only a whisper in the sand
Four figures emerge from the shadows into the bright Moon
Two very large figures with the wings of the gods
Two smaller figures on their backs sit astride
Into the bright desert night they go, two large stallions
Two small women urging their steeds to run, to run like the
wind
Two sisters ride side by side, hair loose and flowing in the wind.
Two sisters into the night do go, riding in freedom and in joy
None may follow, no others may go, two young women side by side
The dogs run ahead and off to the side, for wherever we go they
too must go, for they are our protectors and guardians of our souls.
The wind in our face, the moon lights our way, smiles on our faces
Joy in our hearts, for tonight we ride our winged steeds, with hooves
made of iron, their hearts and souls they give us this night.
You on a Stallion fit for a Queen, coal black with four white
stockings and on his face a cross of pure white, love in his heart,
he gives you a kiss as off into the night, you have only
dreamed of this mystery flight. Ride Dani-Mouse, Ride my dear friend,
ride with the wind.
Me on Commanche, a Cruz marked Dun, side by side through the
bright desert night we run. No saddles are needed nor reins by we
two, our hands in their manes and our arms around their necks.
Two Indian maidens on horses of magic, we run thru the bright
Moonlit night. Faces aglow, eyes burning bright, run my brothers,
carry us into the long night
Brother coyote call his hello, brother owl says hello go. Soon
others join our magical run, other maidens who ride in the moonlight.
Others just like us, with horses of magic, on into the night we ride
with delight.
Too soon it is over, today we must return, but tonight when the moon is again bright,
tonight we will again run our horses in the beautiful moonlight.
For you my Friend, with my love
becky
©Copyright April 17, 2002 by Rebecca SaraAnne Grey Eagle
Author's Note: For Danielle N. “Mouse” Calhoun
--- In IWVPA@y…, “Anthony W. Pahl” <iwvpa@t…> wrote:
Simply beautiful Becky - sensuous, exciting and real.
Love,
Tony
----- Original Message -----
From: becky_greyeagle
To: IWVPA@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Wednesday, April 17, 2002 2:07 AM
Subject: [IWVPA] Re: For You Mouse, For you my friend.
Thank you Tony, thank you so much. Mouse loves horses but cannot ride. i now have nine (9) of the beauties, Mustangs that just showed up here a short while ago. Supposed to be wild, but they let me
pet them and curry them and ride them. The leader is a big (19-20 hands) Cruz marked, line back Dun with black stockings, black mane and tail. He also has the Cruz marking on his forehead, he’s beautiful.
He seems to know that i can’t get on without help, he lays down until i’m on his back and then gets up very slowly (i guess so i don’t fall off) i don’t use a saddle or bridal or reins, don’t need them, I just hang onto his mane and away we go, when he’s running really, really fast, i just put my arms around his neck. He runs like the wind.
In the herd, there is a big Black stallion as well, kinda like a second leader i guess, he’s marked like in my poem. They all run like the wind and it’s so much fun to ride with them.
They are free to come and go from here, i have no fences and will build none either, this is their country; they belong here to run free with the wind. For some reason, they have decided that they like it here with me (maybe the carrots i give them?? hehehe), i don’t know why they are here with me, i’m kinda like an animal magnet, they just show up and i just can’t turn any of them away.
i’m lucky, i have the space. When one shelter gets full, we just build another one, i have lots of room and i can afford it, besides I like animals (bet you didn’t know that did you?? hehehe)
gotta go
becky
From: “Anthony W. Pahl” <iwvpa@t…>
Date: Thu Apr 18, 2002 10:25 pm
Subject: Re: [IWVPA] Re: For You Mouse, For you my friend.
Dear Becky,
They sound beautiful, and the way you explain them, I can hear and see them. You have the true gift of story-telling with descriptions and narrative that brings your world to life.
Last time I rode a horse, I got splinters in my butt - it was then I figured I’d be better off on Shank’s Pony (Aussie speak for “on foot”) - I was 4 at the time.
That’s a bit of an exaggeration (Duh) but I am not a good rider, I’m not even a fair rider, I’m not even an OK rider - let’s face it, I’m really a bluddy bad rider. I have been on a horse at a trot but that’s about it. Maybe you can teach me (but then again, I may be a bit old now - too many aches and pains - LOL)
That does not stop me dreaming of visiting you in your land! As you have said, if the Great Spirit wills it, it will happen.
Love,
Tony