on saturday my mom called to tell me that lucky had a fever. it was the beginning of six days (so far) of mysterious illness and injury. my mom takes really good care of her horses (that is even an understatement perhaps) so he is in the best possible hands. i know if there is anything that can be done it will be done and he feels that way too. the thing is, i am so so so far away. with each phone call i begin to wonder again – will he survive this? will he make it home? will i see him again? if they were here and he was sick there wasn’t much hands on that i would be doing but oh i would be able to go to the barn, see him, lay my hands on him, rub his face, see what this all looks like. my mom and i would sit on the large red wooden trunk in the barn aisle and discuss – cold hose? ice boot? standing wrap? antibiotics? homeopathy? flower essences? and him, just him, just two sets of eyes and two hearts full of care for him.
but he is not here and i am not there. my mom is there alone feeling overwhelmed and i imagine scared. i am here feeling overwhelmed and sad and helpless. so i set up a healing alter space for him.
a smiling thai buddha to watch over him
an angel of peace to help bring him peace as he struggles
a collection of herbs i intuited his need for: lavender, red clover, alfalfa, elecampane, yarrow, elderflower
water to hold the toxins the healing will shed
candle to bring in the healing energy
and so on.
i don’t know what is going to happen. i think of course, this isn’t it. he has to get better. but truly horses are the most delicate animals i have known and a sick horse is already partway in the arms of the angels. so i set my alter and i pray for him to have peace, to be comfortable, to get the healing he needs, to sense my love from afar and to have the strength to pull through this time – if it is meant to be let it be.