I see mind-freezing relations from Syria…
I hear spine-drilling news from Turkey…
I read heart-stopping broadcasts from Germany…
And I go to horses and I ask them…show me, please show me once again..how to catch the finest, thinest thread of love and start to weave her… And they look at me with their big deep eyes, and they start to move slowly like ballet dancers, as if gravity didn’t concern them, and they take me deeper and deeper, to show me the subtlest thread of life: love.
When we become the weavers of love, everything is possible, because we touch the heart of all action.
Many times during my Clinics, when the trainings were starting we kneeled down or sat down and looked at the sky. Me, the student and the horse. Completely still. Sitting on the ground, looking, admiring. Waiting. It looked like we were just sitting there, doing nothing.
I remember hearing Paweł guiding gently the spectators in the background of one of the Clinics: “Observe carefully what is happening now, this is the most important part of the training…”
He knew that we were waiting to Calm. We were learning to catch the subtlest, finest thread of love to start to weave her…
When we weave our actions out of love, our actions become love.
Love always brings more order.
Love always brings more strength.
Love always brings more harmony.
True Love is never blind.
True Love always makes it possible to ACT.
