I used to be around horses a bit in my early teens and I remember 'horse cookies' with this story. So sweet to hear, I loved this Christmas tale.
I had a hard time with horses then, since my mother was obsessed with collecting pets and I would fall into the caretaker role for her hobby. She had a horse named Charlie and eventually, he was adopted out. He was a skittish Tennessee Walker who thankfully hadn't had his legs weighted for show but was definitely not ideal for riding. He spooked at everything and I primarily learned how to be very sensitive around horses, and humans, lol.
I just had a little inner work moment where my teen self and I made Charlie some Christmas oats in my safe space, which apparently now has a stable somewhere. We both held the little cup and he seemed to enjoy it.
Charlie threw my mom off of him once and she suffered a very bad concussion. I was around 12 and I was mad at her, mad at him, mad at not having a 'real life'. The life I did have was a caretaking life, of all the pets and my mom. After the head injury, eventually, my mother stopped paying board and Charlie was placed with other owners on the ranch where he was boarded. I was relieved and confused. What I had wanted to stop, had but life was then just the subtle hope of the inspiration I gathered in playing Super Nintendo RPGs.
There were tragedies, electronic symphonic resonance, there were random battles. There were boss fights.
I am now an Audio Production major and work for a creative Production company in Los Angeles that specializes in creating pop culture and indie/vintage video game experiences. I am moving into artist housing next week (I made the leap 2 months early to fully follow my dreams in a completely aligned environment); I want to make video game soundtracks (and also sing); I was so inspired by the 'grip', the feeling of traction and relevance that video games gave me in the wake of those lonely, cold, exhausting days at the stables. They were beautiful too, but desolately so.
My favorite spaces in the Final Fantasy series for Super Nintendo were 'save points' where your entire party would be safe (no enemy encounters at all in these spaces, no unexpected threat typically unless there was a story event that lead to a battle). My mother's horse related injuries had hurt her physically, so I began reading my game adventures out loud to her (there is a LOT of dialogue in RPGs or role playing games). She had loved it. So, we adventured together in the living room and my sister would join for the adventures while she read or did something else. I was always the player.
It was like playing a musical instrument that was a story as well. Many gamers make a living doing these types of walkthroughs on YouTube and this was very much like a fireside version of that. It delights me and inspires me though it also confuses others who are not so gaming inclined. I would have these epic moments and feel inspired... To create these stories one day. To create the music. To be free. To play! With others! To be seen! Finally revealed to enjoy the world with other 'experiencers' of it.
Teal, I say this today and I am going to my very first synchronicity workshop in Los Angeles on February 1st, 2020... You were my save point! Thank you for all of your teachings. I knew there would be real party members out there... And real spiritual women warrior leaders. I knew it!
I have chosen to live my life fully, to receive and express fully and to gain new experiences in my journey of awakening. I hope to connect and make great friends at the workshop!
In loving memory of Ram Dass as well, integrating one's practice is everything. Practice is in mucking the stalls, refilling the water buckets, spreading out the hay, making hot oats (gifting hot oats), building levels, making it to save points, journeying forward to new places. Practice is integration, interactivity, a uniting of consciousness on the planet. How wonderful to be available on the planet to be gifted and to be the gift.
I had to endure a whole lot of pain to be able to get here. Thank you, teacher. Teal, thank you for teaching me how to gift hot oats. May you be blessed.