The Sound of Healing

I enter the stall slowly and approach the foal. She is already lying down, weary from her day's struggle. I have watched her walk, and with each step, she involuntarily flinches. I cringe inside whenever I see it. As I put my hands near her, I feel her jagged energy field and the effects of the trauma on her nervous system. I cannot touch her, for she is too sensitive. So I let my hands hover near her pain, feeling the blockages. I capture the edges of the pain and draw it down from its start near her shoulders to her deformed knees, and eventually down to her hoofs. The energetic leg is straight, I can see it. The perfect leg of the Spirit Horse is straight. But the legs in this earth plane are bent and wounded. Her eyes close and her head nods hypnotically. She recognizes this aura around her as good and she submits. I sing some notes that come from me without warning. They are deep and haunting. My husband, who is a musician, tells me later that they are the notes of a 'minor third,' and that all mothers the world over sing these same notes to soothe their babies.

During the healing, I am in a sacred zone outside of myself, utterly present and totally awake to the voice that guides me. I am amazed, not at myself, but at the sublime sweetness of the gift I am receiving, which is twofold - the trust of this foal, and the flowing through me of the energy of the Great Healer.