This spring morning, I walk to the end of the cul-de-sac which borders a farm. If I take the time to look, I often see horses there, close to the barn in the distance. This threshold harbors memories for my family. We have fed horses apples as they leaned over the fence, admired their chestnut and ebony coats gleaming in the sun and laughed at their extended faces shaking out a “hello!” the deep neighing. For Native Americans, horses are spiritual beings of freedom. Indigenous tribes cherish a sacred respect for the natural world, this landscape livened by light from stars and planets, by water, plants and animals even before humans were created. What can I learn from this all-encompassing perspective of the universe as singular, complete, holy?
