Eyeball to Eyeball
by Soul Places | Diane Ludeking
Across the wide forehead in the chiseled face of my beloved Arabian horse are a few white hairs hiding under his thick, black forelock. Autumn has bestowed Handsome with the beginnings of a multipurpose, fuzzy winter coat. With his nose buried in his feed bucket, he mischievously and cautiously looks about, eyes just above the rim of his worn, purple pail. He is cautious of the other herd members milling about, a constant source of competition for food. The mischievous glances are for me.
A while ago I shared my amazement, jealously really, at a spiritual sister’s ability to receive loud, clear responses to her prayers. She said simply, “I ask that Spirit speaks loud as I am largely deaf.” She is not deaf in the physical world, but apparently she is in the spiritual world. My only proof that this worked was her bewildering results. I thought I’d give it a whirl.
A few days ago I shared with Handsome my desire to hear him. I requested that he speak loudly as it is my wish to have a more intimate relationship with him. He fills his bucket with sighs that signal his understanding, echoing off the walls of his pail and floating up to my ears. The next day I am sitting on the ground with his bucket between my legs. Over the last month, he’s taken to flinging his food out of the pail, sending me into brief attacks of panic and defeat. There is medicine and other expensive supplements in there. “Please don’t waste it,” I find myself pleading with him.
Today he flings his food most determinedly and then puts his oily, intense eyeball inches from mine.
In the first breath I think, “you defiant shit!” And in the next breath I feel something shift. I soften as I return his gaze. We are frozen in time. Immemorial. Our souls embrace like long lost friends and I feel like we are transported to another space in time. I am in his world now, the spirit world. The place I’m meant to live while here on earth, a more connected universal plane where words are more of a distraction than a mode of communication. Sounds dreamy. And it is.
“Be here with me.” Is his message.
He is so right. My mind had wandered to what I was going to do when I got home, what I was going to right about in my next blog, what was for lunch. I was with him physically as he ate, but my mind was elsewhere. He had spoken loudly to me and I got it. Now I look forward to our eyeball-to-eyeball time, our soul-to-soul time. Handsome is an amazing teacher, intense and perfect.