I was returning from high school one day and a runaway horse with a bridle on sped past a group
of us into a farmer’s yard looking for a drink of water. The horse was perspiring heavily. And the farmer didn’t recognize it so we cornered it.
I hopped on the horse’s back.Since it had a bridle on, I took hold of the tick rein and said, “Giddy-up.” Headed for the highway. I knew the horse would turn in the right direction. I didn’t know what the right direction was. And the horse trotted and galloped along.
Now and then he would forget he was on the highway and start into a field. So I would pull on him a bit and call his attention to the fact the highway was where he was SUPPOSED to be. And finally, about four miles from where I had boarded him, he turned into a farm yard and the farmer said, “So THAT’S how that
critter came back. Where did you find him?”
I said,”About four miles from here.”
“How did you know you should come HERE?”
I said, “I didn’t know. The HORSE knew. All I did was keep his attention on the road.”
The universe and its unpredictibility is sufficiently capricious to ensure that life is forever punctuated by pitfalls, stumbling blocks, and brick walls, but for the most part people have the practical and existential coping skills they need in order to somehow deal with those exigencies.
What I mean to say is…
The Horse knows.
(Taken from some psychotherapy book I was reading…one of the healing metaphor laden stories that Milton Erickson used!)