From Resistance To Rainbows

This last weekend I was honored to present at the Freedom Cowgirl Retreat. I met and mingled with other free spirits who cared about authenticity, respecting Mother Earth, and forging new trails for peace and healing for all beings. We engaged in inspirational guided conversations and interactive experiences such as time with horses, expressive art, journaling, storytelling, medicine pouch making, intuition explorations, and earth-based wisdom practices. The retreat provided an opportunity to refresh-rewild-respirit ourselves.

I woke up on the morning of my presentation to rain and blustery winds. I was planning to spend a good portion of my allotted time outside in “horse time.” Horse time is a passive activity where one practices open listening and neutral observing. The goal is to remain curious and refrain from fixating on a particular interpretation of what is happening around you. Of course, with horse time being an outdoor activity, I was concerned it may not be well received by participants when having to stand outside. I found myself resisting the weather as it created a less-than-ideal situation. Should I change my presentation plans? Should I surrender and have everyone standing outside in the wind and rain for this activity?

After much contemplation, I decided to proceed with my original plan regardless of the weather. As we began our activity, the skies started to open up, the wind subsided, the rain stopped, and unexpected connections were felt all around. I found myself relaxing and fully surrendering to the moment and all that nature had to offer. I was asked to turn around where I observed a beautiful rainbow that had magically appeared in the sky. Fortunately, this moment was captured by one of the participants as I stood under the rainbow in my pink hat with “Magic” written on the cap.

All weekend; I felt the invisible threads that connected us…to each other and nature. The ways we can alter one another simply by sharing space, by orbiting, however briefly, in the same space. The farm hummed with that feeling of people being seen, of stories brushing against each other and changing shape. As I fall back into my daily life, I realize I am forever altered by my initial resistance that led to rainbows.

Much love,

Margo & the Herd