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The Elder Spirit of the Gwen Guin

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My first spirit animal was found at a very precocious ahe.

My first spirit animal was found at a very precocious ahe.

I was given my first Spirit Guide at the tender age of 1 month old.  To this day, over 49 years later, my Mum still swears up and down that I have awakened to the Tonight show, and gone to sleep when Sesame Street starts.
Hence, I was called “The Night Owl”, (is there any other kind?), and this particular owl really suits me!!
Even with my glasses on, I see the world through a soft fog, and view the world in a lopsided manner.  As far as standing on one leg, I am still a restless stander.  I may be able to sit still, but stand?  No way Jose!!
Anywhoo, I am still a creature of night, preferring to hibernate the days away in my dim and cushioned nestie.  The owl is also the symbol of ESP, wisdom, insight, and night-time, all of which are things I am interested in and study; or try to attain as in the case of wisdom.
Silent flier, creature of the night,
Sailing through beams of moonlight.
Is that a mouse, or perhaps larger prey?
What do your golden eyes see,
In such a shadowed world?
Things unseen, unknown to daylight?

Written by gwenguin1

July 18, 2008 at 10:01 am

Spirit Animals – Gail’s Wild Horse

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Horses have always been part of my life – one of the first things I learned to draw was a horse. Through my growing years they were my solace, my exercise, my best friends, my freedom. In my dreams, horses would come and gallop me away from my troubles. To all outward appearances, I was just another pony mad little girl, collecting pony stories, small china horses and big picture books of horses from around the world. But in my heart I knew better. The horse was more than a fad for me – it was an expression of my spirit.

The horse, in the language of spirit animals, represents freedom – and the strength of the herd, the family, roaming together wherever the grass calls. Horses used to be indispensible to a traveller, before the advent of the internal combustion engine. My father used to enthrall me with stories of the horses he knew as a child, for he had a natural affinity with them too (although his spirit animal was the Eagle) and was often delegated to round them up in the morning and hitch them to the wagons.

There were few horses pulling wagons when I was a child, but still I grew up with horses as part of my normal experience. Their proud, magnificent beauty was one of the joys of my life.

Today it is impossible for me to keep a live horse, but horses stay with me, through books, movies and art. Two of my favorite horse movies are Hidalgo and Spirit of the Cimarron. Brian Adam’s songs for the latter – especially “You can’t take, I’m free” capture everything I love about the spirit of the horse.

When I was a child, a dear friend (the very human inspiration for the Cat Lady in one of my stories on Pythian Games) gave me Black Beauty and I have loved it ever since – another favourite literary horse is Shadowfax. The painting above was done with paint Shop pro. I still love to draw and paint horses, and I have found that the Smudge tool in PSP gives a lovely sense of movement and life.

In another favourite movie, Young Guns II, the Apache Kid speaks of the horse that comes to take you away from this life. Crazy Horse saw a painted horse in the vision that gave him his name. The horse is a talisman and balm to those souls who never quite `fit’ into this world. Our freedom may be in name only these days, but on the back of a horse, or in the painstakingly wonderful work of capturing its beauty in art, the horse is still the path to true spiritual freedom for those who can catch a strand of the flying mane as they rush by.

Written by Gail Kavanagh

June 7, 2008 at 1:28 am

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