The lead mare, steady on her path, seeking fresh waters and green covered pastures, relentless in her will to serve and nourish those who follow. She can smell and sense what is ahead. It is she who leads the way, she has the ultimate authority, the great listener, with their preservation her priority.
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The pioneer, the seer who witnesses the truth before others may have recognised it, sees what is hidden and guides with a gentle touch, to move around the obstacle of lies – hard though it might be to travel a different path to the one so many choose, she stands her ground, she walks her talk and stays humble to her own flame of truth, knowing that flame is not of her own making but comes from a greater source, a spirit given existence that affirms her right to survive in a world that would – if she allowed it – dampen her creative soul and do its best to diminish the notion of her innate wisdom and inner strength.
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This she cannot allow, for her lioness teeth and claw will rise to any challenge meeting head on with a force of nature, yet the grace to melt the tyrant on her path.
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Her power is rich with the wildest of imaginings and the steadiness of her foundation’s, sourced from the deep wells and forgotten lakes of memory, they will not fail her as the roots reach deeply into the mother’s darkness, where the compost of years of experience smoulders in the earth’s heat and brings forth its own nutrients, allowing all that grows from it to have flexibility, new growth and the ability to bend in the wildest of storms, without breaking or destabilising its core, to find the true meaning, the structures that were intended for us, to grow with, to BE with. Where did they become fragmented and torn by hierarchy and power crazed dynamics of human dysfunction? Are we willing to look back, to look through, to remember our lost sisterhood and dream back in a new way, to hold our broken society?
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Who will dream this dream, who will walk the edge between these worlds, not even knowing what they are, yet feel the naked footholds that have been walked before, somewhere on these lands and close to these shores, by what or by who, we do not know.
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Caroline Carey 22.02.2022
