Sometimes things happen which you know you’re going to put into your story or your novel. Such things can feel as if they were meant, like an offering, or a gift Such a thing happened to me at 3.00 am this morning.
Unable to sleep – nothing unusual for me – I got out of bed and went downstairs to make a cup of tea. I like to drink my night tea looking out on the sky and the dark fields, so when I came back up, tea in hand, I drew the bedroom curtains and found myself greeted by two horses, one black, one black and white, heads hanging and breath smoking, walking slowly up bank in the very centre of the road. They moved silently, and deliberately as horses do, as if they had a long and necessary journey ahead. There was something secretive and magic in this procession, spellbinding in fact, and it was only as they slipped further away into the dark and out of view that I realised I should let someone know – to protect them and anyone who might be out on the road at that hour. I dutifully phoned the local police and then I slept. I woke with the enchantment of horses still fresh in my mind.
I have two young girls in the linked stories I’m writing, and they have a fondness for animals. We’ve had the birds and the cruelly kept dog, now it’s time for the beautiful horses…
Among other things and across many cultures the Horse symbolizes success, freedom, travel, courage, strength, power, nobility, wisdom and loyalty. It is also a symbol of life and death, grace and beauty.
What a wonderful post. It says so much about the creative mind and the magic of creative perception I am looking forward to these new stories. wx
Beautiful. Please, no horse cruelty. I was almost in tears when Vronsky broke that horse’s back in Anna Karenina.
Yes Wendy, I just love the way the magic works and no horse cruelty Warren – I promise.