Coherence and Reverence Holding Hands

 

"Today I remembered I am only alone by human standards."

Cracking the code of inner aloneness. I have been walking and living with it for the four plus years on the farm. A silent retreat with periodic visitors and phone calls. Pure Grace. 

I was reflecting on a poem I gave Gurudev over 10 years ago about a frog in a well. He looked at me startled by it. I recently reread it on one of the blog posts. 

I have been feeling like a frog living in a well even if it is the sacred well of the Green Womb. Today, I see that was only the story my mind had created.

Legacy Property

 

Walking through the sale of the Green Womb and sensing the incredible disconnect. How does a land treated as a sacred site go back to poison on the lands and chopping down the woods? A new thread has emerged. Natural Land Trusts, Nature Conservatory, Blue Grass Conservatory... Legacy Property. 

It is real and how fortunate that call #1 and #2 were met by people who recognize the reverent quality of land as a living Being--not a commodity to trade. It is out there in the world. It is real. People who purchase land like art work to protect, steward, and support the deepest essence of the energetic land. 

She is leading me now like the horses have always done. Grace.

Beautiful shot Mary Woloson. Thank you.

Selfseeds Is Soil (Embodied Coherence)

 

🌿 Selfseeds: A Quiet Offering

This is not the answer.
But it is an answer.

Not a method.
Not a map.
A remembering.

A way to turn toward yourself
without needing to explain.
A way to walk
without striving to arrive.

Selfseeds is soil.
It doesn’t tell you what to grow.
It simply restores the conditions
in which you can begin to grow again.

It’s the rhythm beneath the noise.
The breath beneath the doing.
The quiet “yes” that lives
somewhere deeper than words.

You don’t need to believe anything.
You don’t need to be anything.

You just get to be here.

Joy.
Simple.
Alive.

The Sacred Wheelbarrow

April 10, 2021--First purchase of tools: wheelbarrow, rake, and a manure fork. 

September 10, 2025--same wheelbarrow (new wheels) and the manure fork are my daily meditation. 

Hard to believe I had a metaphor of a wheelbarrow in India to take unneeded ideas to the surrender pile. Identify, examine, learn, integrate, and compost. Everyday with topics from my own list and the global population at large. Daily rhythm. 

Years later, the true wheelbarrow, walking daily, raking manure on the land to see how to heal and care for neglected land. Land and life transforming. I discovered the sacred in compost. It transformed the farm and I learned that soil tending/growing is coherence. 

Coherence was an unidentified quality that is the essence of Selfseeds, Awakened Horsemanship, and Living Labyrinth, Inc. Coherence is the soil we are missing with many programs. Programs want to plant seeds. 

I learned 10 years ago while working with troubled youth that they need soil before we can plant seeds. I carried that realization for 10 years and only now, it unfolded as the key takeaway of the Selfseeds Spark Experience. 

The metaphorical and living wheelbarrow birthed a love of composting. Mystery and Magic of Life!

How Many Years Later

 

Rediscovering Poetry Written in India

Golden Thread Through The Four Websites

The Spiral Path from Horse Woods Haven to the next destination

 

Is the journey so different than the daily walk in India, Europe, North America, etc.? The time at Horse Woods Haven is/was breathtaking and transformative. Now, I start to walk the spiral that will extend beyond HWH. Looking for where I walk with the 4 horses and 2 cats. Moving closer to Nashville, but still in Southern Nashville or some other outskirts option is what I am looking for now. 

The picture above signals the must have list for the horses. They heal and thrive with these ingredients. It is echoing a return to their roots. Very different than turning them out in a small turnout to touch their true nature. I watched the soul of the horse and their bodies repair while in movement, herd friendship, and grazing. Searching for the magical alchemy of land, terrain, peace, meadows, and woods. Horse Woods Haven was my incubation for this deep knowing. Gratitude.