In April the Morgan was bred. I was chased away.
I heard the cries of the horses where I waited,
And the laughter of the men...
...I rode her home at her leisure
And let her, wherever she wanted,
Tear with her huge teeth, roughly,
Blades from the fields of spring.
I have led a stallion to a mare and felt the wildness of the pair course through my veins. It seems as if the mare stands for the stallion against her own volition, in part because she is often restrained from running away. Also in part because her own hormones and physiology have betrayed her and caused her to be in a vulnerable position of which the males of the world take advantage. I wonder readers if any of you have felt the same in the dance for reproduction - felt the objectifying laughter and manipulation that our evolved humanity has brought us to?
So Mary gave the mare her head, empowered her to decide where to nourish herself in the abundance of the world. Perhaps we cannot control all that comes our way, but we may take the steps to nourish our beings, and let our laughter ring forth in love for the blossoming tree and womb.
Have you experienced sexual or gender oppression? Where do you experience nourishment or empowerment?