The Journey

The Earth Trembles………………………...……………. 3
Flying Voyage……………………………………………   4  
Sun Salutation…………………………………………… 16
Outdated Plumbing……………………………………… 17
Divine Guidance…………………………………………  34
Rider of the Surf…………………………………………  45
Feel the Magic…………………………………………… 46          
Creating Abundance……………………………………..51
A Ghost from the Past……………………………………68
Queen of Woodbine……………………………………   75
Movements with Majeek………………………………… 88
Samantha’s Prayer……………………………………….95
The Barbari………………………………………………. 96
Oma Is Calling………………………………………….. 102
Warrior Queen…………………………………………..108
Kundalini Fire Dance…………………………….….….118
Burning Pine Logs………………………………………126
The White Light………………………………………… 133
Strawberry Shortcake…………………………………  .141
The Scent of Green……………………………………..148
Déjà Vu……………………………………………….…. 152
Life in the Fast Lane…………………………………….164
The New Race……………………………………………174
Solvit Persona……………………………………………177
Primal Energy………………………………………….…184
Spirit of the Hound ……………………………………   194
The Power of Skirts…………………………………… .199
The Silver Cord…………………………………………  207
Sense and Senses……………………………………  ..215
Through New Eyes……………………………………    226
Move Not Move………………………………………....  243
O, Happy Horse…………………………………………  251
Goldilocks………………………………………………   .258
Huuuuuu…………………………………………………  262
Lucid Daydreaming………………………………………267
The Body Reading……………………………………… 276
Reaching the Stars………………………………………284
W.O.F.H…………………………………………………   290
Unknown Potential……………………………………… 302




The Earth Trembles

A rumble, like the growling of a massive hound, rolls through the earth, reverberating from
the foothills of the mountain. An icy wind slices through the long grass, bending the stalks to
its will, rattling the leaves and whipping the twigs of a lone oak tree. Sparrows cling to the
groaning branches while a hare burrows deeper into the thicket.

   Yellow eyes staring, a Wolfhound appears on the crest of the hill. Nostrils flaring, a
chestnut mare rears, her nervousness snatched up by the wind and swept across the valley.

   A woman stands beneath the tree. Formidable as the oak, she inhales the blast, allowing
the chill to travel deep within her lungs. Beneath her the earth trembles, its force reaching
through her soles and rising through her muscled legs and generous hips. The woman
raises her arms above her head, touching the black sky while her feet are rooted into the
core of the earth. She exhales and her sound sweeps through the valley.... …                    

            

Flying Voyage

… and reverberates inside the padded stalls. Shouts and the clanging of metal rings in Sally’
s ears; the horse beneath her trembles. She sets her focus straight ahead, the goggles
shading her eyes from the sun. The expanse of the freshly harrowed racetrack looms ahead
as the starter’s crew leads the last horse into position.

“Wait! Not yet!” a jockey screams, his horse thrashing wildly, the vibrations reaching Sally in
the number five stall.

Now, Sally says in her mind, willing the starter to spring the latches.

   The gate opens and the horse beneath her leaps forward, propelling a thousand pounds
of taut muscle and bone onto the track. Sally expels her breath with a sharp scream. Her
hands scrub the sleek, sweaty neck, human and animal in perfect synchrony.

   A quick look over her left shoulder shows the rail clear and Sally angles the horse toward
the inside. She takes a deep breath, commanding her senses to settle, dissipating the
adrenaline, her fingers gripping the rubber-covered reins. The bay stallion continues to run
as though a pack of hungry wolves snap at his heels.

   “Easy, fella, eas-y,” she coos in his ears, trying to ease his furious pace. “We’ve got six
furlongs to go.”

   His rib cage expands between her legs as he draws his first deep breath. The turn looms
ahead. Sally eases him about a foot off the inner railing, giving him enough room to change
to the inside lead, and he switches right on cue. With a firm hold on the inside rein and her
weight over his centre of balance, she keeps him steady around the turn.

Doubt stabs her as the homestretch invites and yet defies conquest. This horse has never
sustained his speed down the stretch. Her body demands action but she resists the
temptation to drive him the final quarter of a mile. She must sit quietly, hold him together,
and conserve every precious ounce of energy.  Two deep breaths help to ease her anxiety
as a roar of thunder assaults her ears: the fans in the grandstand, some cheering her on,
some screaming at her to fade.

   The stallion begins to tire, but she gives him the cue to switch to his outside lead and
immediately, his stride lengthens. Fighting the impulse to go to the whip and make use of
this new surge of energy, she keeps her hands on the reins as the green and white pole
slips by. A sixteenth of a mile to go.  Suddenly, sharp whistles and shouts bombard her. The
pack of wolves has caught up.  Her signal for action.

   Her legs and hips drive her mount’s haunches deep into the dirt, her shoulders and arms
reach forward with the impetus of his stride. A horse’s head appears in her field of vision
and she swings her whip back, slapping her own horse’s flank. He responds with a burst of
energy.

   Ten strides to the wire.

   The other horse’s head is at her boot. Sally crouches lower in the saddle, her nose buried
in her horse’s mane.

   Five strides. The horses are head and head.
The stallion’s sides heave in his exertion. The sweat-covered reins slip in Sally’s hands and
she grips them tighter..........