I stepped
through the Doorway into the Otherworld and looked at my feet. I was barefoot and standing on green grass in
the sunshine and I wore a simple green dress, the color of the grass. I stood on a hill in the late spring in the
full sunshine of mid-day. The land
around me was a patchwork of meadows bordered by tall trees in full leaf and
before me there stood a beautiful chestnut mare. She walked up to me and I climbed upon her
back and she began to trot across the meadow until we came to a trail.
She trotted
and cantered and walked and galloped and when we came upon a fence or a downed
tree she jumped it with ease. The sun
was warm, the breeze was soft, the air was sweet and her movement underneath me
felt strong and sure. I simply rode and
let her have her way. When I felt a
desire to go in a particular direction she seemed to read my thoughts and
adjusted her movement with subtle grace.
When she
returned me to the place she had found me, I slid off her back and stroked her
soft warm neck in thanks. She stood,
waiting for my gift, my offering. I
found in a pocket of my dress an apple and I offered it to her and she spoke to
me. She asked me for a vow. A vow to play in the sun, to do those things
that I found to be fun. To enjoy my life
and follow the subtle and graceful way that she had shown me. I made my vow and stood a moment longer
enjoying the sun and the breeze and as she walked away, I felt filled with
contentment and pleasure.
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