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A girl child awakens to emotion early.
She seeks someone to resonate with.
but in her world
the adults have forgotten
how to truly express emotion,
and the other children don’t understand.

Perhaps then a part of her
names a manifestation
of her intangible feelings
in the form of the horse.
Somehow she instinctively knows
that the horse is a creature of emotion
who, like her
seeks someone to resonate with.

For lack of a better role model
The girl becomes a horse in her imagination.
She plays the role of being dynamic and powerful,
passionate and free.
She longs to have a real horse
To share these feelings with.
The lucky girls get horses.

Others grow up
And sometimes they find their way back,
and as women
find the answers they have been seeking
in human relationships
in their relationship with a horse.

As a woman bonds with a horse;
Attempts to understand and interpret…
she is nurturing, facing her fears,
and moving beyond boundaries.
Essential lessons in any relationship.

And in this new, quiet communication
of touch and thought
intuition and expression…
she finds at last,
her Self.

"In Rhythm"

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“Mystique”

“I will rise from the fires of adversity
Alight with inspiration and purpose.

The light of my intuition
Dispels the darkness of doubt.

With a courageous heart
I move forward and trust
That love conquers all.”

~ Kim McElroy

Midnight Mystique was a black arabian colt born to author Linda Kohanov’s mare, Comet.  He was only on this earth for a few brief days, and he crossed over quietly on the night of the new moon.  His powerful spirit left its impression in many hearts.   I created this painting for Linda after a vision I had about Mystique, in which I was given the image of a phoenix, in a powerful symbol that portrayed his spirit in the elusive elements of fire, air, and smoke – black against black – like the night of a new moon.

“The rose in the fire symbolizes the daily round of human passion intersected by the divine, so that what could be meaningless suffering is transformed into soulmaking….”  ~ Marion Woodman

Today I’d like to write about some of the amazing visions and healing experiences that horses have inspired.  Next month on June 18-20 I will be co-creating a workshop with Sandra Wallin of Chiron’s Way in Maple Ridge, B.C. Canada, and this marks our first collaboration and the 5th Anniversary of my first enlightening experiences with horses at her centre….  For more information on our “Unseen Realms” Workshop – please click the Unseen Realms picture above:

Childhood Dreams

I spent my childhood wanting to be a horse, and then turned to drawing them as the best way to express who I thought horses were.  I had limited contact with horses, so my imagination supplied the rest.  I imagined that horses could think and feel as I did, and the mystery of their nature was often the focus of my thoughts and my art.

In 1995, when I acquired a horse of my own, the mystery deepened, because now I was not only looking at horses from afar and from within, but I had to attempt to engage with them physically.  This was challenging, because the horse I fell in love with, was a racehorse named Darma.  Our connection was unmistakable, but I didn’t realize that her presence in my life was going to be a catalyst for my own life changes and personal growth.

In 1999 I received a call from Linda Kohanov when she was writing her 1^st book, “The Tao of Equus”.  She had heard a story about Darma and I from an animal communicator.  The story related to the concept of horse’s behavioral issues reflecting their person’s life issues.  I was fascinated by the themes Linda was writing about.  When Linda’s book was published, her insights resonated with me and I longed to know more.  I had always been fascinated by the paranormal, and given my natural empathetic nature, my desire to communicate with horses was very strong.  But as yet I had not been able to achieve the experience of feeling that I could send or receive communication with horses or other animals.

Opportunities for Growth

I was fortunate to have the opportunity to attend a workshop that Linda herself was teaching along with Sandra Wallin and several other gifted facilitators at Chiron’s Way in B.C. Canada.   I thought I was attending this workshop to achieve a better understanding of horse nature and to tap into my intuition.  What I didn’t realize was that the key to those doors of understanding, was only available if I began healing my own inner nature.

One of the first experiences Linda led us through was what she calls a Body Scan.   in which a person close their eyes and becomes aware of their state of being.  Any physical sensations, mental pictures, feelings, or thoughts are observed without judgment, and as sources of wisdom and information.

In my Mind’s Eye

Our first exercise was to meet all the horses at the workshop, and do the body scan and record our impressions with each horse.  Each horse was given a symbol marked on their enclosure, instead of a name to identify them, so we could be neutral in our impressions.

I approached a horse whose symbol was a swirl.  He stood on the other side of the paddock fence and regarded me with mild curiosity.  I closed my eyes and tried to let go of my critical mind.   I began to feel the curious sensation of feeling that my body was weighted down, but my mind felt like it was floating.  I became aware of sensations in my body.  The horse began pacing, I could hear his footfalls.  I focused on my body.  My right side felt strong and tense, my left side felt heavy and weak.  I could sense the split between the two halves of me as if they were out of alignment.  Gradually dim pictures began to emerge from the darkness behind my closed eyes.  As if seeing myself in a mirror – but simultaneously experiencing the actual tangible images in the reflection, I visualized myself split into two halves.  These halves seemed to appear as two different people.  My right side appeared as an armored male warrior standing strong and stoic.  My left side was a diminutive female curled in a position of helplessness and apathy.   If I focused on the mental pictures – I could switch my awareness from one figure to the other and could sense somehow – that they were a part of me, even though I had no idea what the pictures truly meant.  What struck me most powerfully – was that I could see these mental pictures – and that they seemed to have a message for me.  I also became acutely aware that being in the presence of this horse, was somehow going to help me understand more about these parts of me.

The two parts of me then appeared as if carved into a door.  The door opened inward and I saw other partitions, layered like files.  I got the impression I could as any question and get an answer.  I asked what the warrior part of me represented?  I felt rather than heard the word “Protection”.

Then there was a feeling of movement, and a feeling of distance, and then images started to appear of a mountain, and a distant path leading towards the mountain and some unknown destination.  Would this horse lead me there?  I felt ready to take the journey and as I realized this, the heaviness I had been feeling in my body lifted.

I opened my eyes.  I was very excited, was I really receiving communication from this horse?  Was I somehow tapping into some sort of memories?  Or were these pictures symbolic of what I was here to learn?

Afterward we gathered in small groups and compared our experiences.   I was astonished when my friend Connie reported that when she stood with the “swirl” horse, she had seen mountain, just as I had!   Her messages were different than mine, but we’d had the same image with the same horse.  This gave me some sense that there was meaning in what I had seen, that I really was somehow receiving imagery or messages from the horse.

These first experiences were profound and exciting, but also daunting.  How was I going to understand what these mysterious images and feelings meant?  And would it happen the next time I tried?

To be continued…

Fantasy

Full Circle

~ Kim McElroy

Leap of Faith

“Leap of Faith”

As you peer into the intangible darkness of the unknown

I will be there with you.
The darkness will become as soft as velvet.

The empty void will be filled with the warmth of our living breath.

Reawaken the love buried in your crystal heart

Watch it begin to glow like an iridescent sunrise

As the darkness of doubt

is dispelled by trust.

Transformation is only possible

if you shed the cocoon

of the worn and battered armor of your past perceptions

and emerge into the shining light

that is your true self.

~ Kim McElroy

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Everlasting Shades of Amber

I challenge you to keep your heart open

And know that love is eternal

Release your fear and gallop with me into the unknown

Life is unpredictable

So keep moving forward

Dance with your inner tiger in fierce and joyful play

The riches of your life are in

The gift of each new day

And the treasure of love in your heart

~ Kim McElroy

Shades left the earth to soon.  His owners knew of my art and felt compelled to contact me to ask me to paint his beautiful spirit.

I sit in meditation before composing a portrait, and during this experience I witnessed a vision of Shades emerging from a pool of water, accompanied by a playful tiger.  They romped and rolled, in complete joy, and the experience was so lovely I had to share it.  His owners felt comforted by the idea of his spirit in such joy,  and agreed that they would love for me to include the tiger in his portrait.  I found a perfect image of a tiger running in water, which complimented Shades striking coloring.  When I unveiled the portrait his owners were struck by the additional impact of the composition I had chosen to create.  Unbeknownst to me, the main feature of their property is a beautiful pond, which had strikingly similar features to the water I chose to paint, including the color of the water, and the grass going to the water’s edge.   They told me also that Shades was unusually attracted to the water, so much so that when ridden in the shallows he was inclined to want to roll.  The vision and portrait gave them the feeling that he was communicating his memories and the message that his heart was happy.   These amazing experiences always fill me with awe and joy, and remind me once again that we are all One.

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"Windwalker"

“Heart’s Desire”

There was a time when you knew your own heart,
and you followed it boldly into new adventure.
You have never lost that connection.
I have carried it for you through the storms of life.
You will remember what you were looking for.
It will appear in a glimmer of an inspiration,
an awakening of knowing,
or a ripple of excitement.
Those feelings are clues to the mystery of your heart’s desires.
Their guidance will lead you to paths
that would otherwise remain hidden.

~ Kim McElroy

The Eye of the Beholder

” The eye of the beholder
reveals many mysteries
Like mirrors of infinity,
the layers of perception appear endless.”

~ Kim McElroy

A friend of mine once told me that every painting I made was created for someone.  This was a very profound statement, for sometimes I would create a painting and despair when I find a home for it until years later.  Other times, I would find someone to love the piece in a very brief time.  One thing I have discovered;  it is always a process of being in the right place at the right time.  Sometimes, it is a more mysterious process of connection than I expect.   When an inspiration comes to me,  I decide to follow through on the idea, I am unaware of the unseen forces that seem to move the person it was created for toward my circle of influence.

Horses’ eyes are incredibly deep, expressive, and reflective.  Their eyes are the one of the largest in the entire animal kingdom.  If eyes are like windows to the soul, they are also like mirrors that reflect what they see.  Often, when I’ve looked in my own horse’s eyes, I have seen a vision of myself, or a reflection of the sky, or the land which we call home.  Seeing these reflections in her eyes add meaning to the moment, for they give me a perspective of the moment and its meaning.

At the beginning of my career in 1987 I created a painting called The Eye of the Beholder, in which one horse is reflected in another horse’s eye.  When I created the painting, I was so focused on the dynamic of creating the illusion of two horses looking at each other, I didn’t realize until later that both horses were also looking at me.

Vision

“Nothing in the world is single:
All things by law divine,
In one spirit meet and mingle
Why not I with thine?”

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

I revisited this concept years later, only this time I wanted to paint a woman reflected in a horse’s eye.  When I conceived of the piece,  I wanted the viewer to identify with the woman, so I created a woman in a pose that was thoughtful and introspective.  Her eyes were downcast, giving an introspective aire to her mood.  I chose a horse’s eye that was kind and soulful, with the bridge of the nose visible against the sky to give the impression of depth.. I decided to make the sky a cloudy gray to enhance the somber mood.

As I worked on the pastel, I had some difficulty in making the woman look like she was reflected in the eye, which involves some distortion, while still making the eye three dimensional.  I had almost completed the piece when, as an attempt to rearrange the composition to focus more on the eye, I decided to crop the left hand side of the painting.  I carefully covered the area to be removed with a sheet of paper to make sure it was the right idea.  It seemed to help the composition so I cut into the painting, sliced four inches off of the image, removed the excess, and my heart sank.  It was suddenly all wrong, how could I have made such an error in judgment?  The painting was ruined.

As I sat in this depressed state my friend, Susan walked into the room.  When she asked how things were, I said, “Awful,  I just ruined my painting!”  She walked over to my drawing table to look at it.  I held the two pieces together, and then apart, and explained why I had cropped it.  She pondered for a moment and said she hoped I could fix it.  Then she commented that the woman looked Native American.  “Really?” I replied.  “That’s interesting, because the model is an Asian woman.”  She suggested that I put some feathers in the woman’s hair to emphasize the connection.  Suddenly an idea struck me. “Better yet,” I said, “I’ll put the feather in the horse’s forelock!  But somehow I had to get this piece glued back together!”

I took the painting to my framers, who painstakingly mounted the pieces of the painting as close together as possible.  This still left a small crack, which I tried to fill with matching pastel chalk.  It was fairly effective, but I could still see the crack.

When I was confident that the piece could be recovered, I began thinking about the type of feather to draw.  I wanted to emphasize the Native American feeling, and when I looked around my studio my eyes landed on a wall hanging made with owl feathers.  This handmade sculpture had been given to me by a woman at one of my art shows.  She had collected my greeting cards for years, and when she found out I was the artist she was almost speechless.  She told me that of all the artists she had ever seen, my work touched her the most.

The next day she had returned, this time with a beautiful poem written on suede mounted with owl feathers.  She explained that the feathers came from a barn owl that had lived on her property for years.  Sadly, a neighbor had killed the owl.  She had saved the feathers to remind her of her wild friend, and she now chose to give them to me in a gesture of goodwill.  I had been incredibly touched by her willingness to pass along a precious talisman that meant so much to her.  Now, years later, her gift was to become a part of my painting.

The owl feather and forelock were exactly what I needed to bring the painting to completion, but I still wasn’t satisfied with the visibility of the crack.  I decided to camouflage it with the addition of feathers and a horsehair forelock.  My friend, Dallas, a horsehair braider, provided the humanely gathered horsehair, and my picture framers artfully worked the hair into the mat to give the illusion of a three-dimensional forelock.  The whole effect was quite striking, and I began to feel that the piece was better with these additions than it would ever have been.  Also, in this way the crack was well hidden.

I told my framer how the piece had evolved.  He was concerned about my inclusion of the owl feather and the interpretation of the meaning of an owl in Native American tradition.  He said he had once painted an owl on a drum, and a Native American man told him that it was a bad omen, that in their traditions an owl represented a symbol of death and transformation.  I loved Native American traditions and wanted to be in harmony with them.  I decided the inspiration must have come to me for a reason.    I named the painting, Vision.

I displayed the painting at my booth at a horse show a few weeks later.  The first day, a woman came up to my display and stood for a long time in front of Vision.  After awhile I approached her, and said this was the first time I had shown the painting.  She seemed lost in thought.  After a moment she commented how beautiful it was and said the theme had a very personal meaning for her.  She didn’t elaborate, but quietly walked away.

Later that afternoon, she returned to my display, walked up to my table, and said, “How much is that painting?  I’d like to buy it.”  She took me by surprise, for usually I talk with people for some time before they decide to buy an original.  So in an attempt to get to know her and why she liked my painting, I made conversation.  I told her how that the creation of this painting had been an incredible journey.  I told her the feather was of an owl, and that I had been told that some might think this an unwelcome omen.  She looked at the painting, and said quietly, “Then this has even more meaning for me than I realized, for my son died three months ago, and I felt like he was speaking to me through this painting.  He and his father were Native American.  Though I am not of their heritage, I share their beliefs, and the owl is a meaningful symbol.”

I was deeply touched by her insights, and by her willingness to share them with me.  Now I knew why I’d had the inspiration to include the owl, and also why the woman in the painting looked like she was sad. All of the elements had come together for a reason.

In the midst of that reverential moment, she had started to make out the check, when all of a sudden my reverie came to a screeching halt.  I hadn’t told her about the crack!  This painting had a flaw, and I’d better make sure she knew about it before she bought it.  I was sorry to break the mood, but I told her I must show her something concerning the painting.  We walked back over to Vision and I told her about the crack, and how it had come about.  I went to great lengths to explain that I honestly felt that if it hadn’t been for cropping the piece I would never have come up with the idea for the feather.  I was so concerned that she would think the painting imperfect, that I didn’t notice the slight smile forming on her lips.  At last she said in a knowing voice, “I know why you did that.”  Confused, I responded, “You do?”  “Yes,“ she replied.  “When Native Americans create a work of art, they always insert a flaw into the piece, for only the Creator can make something perfect.”  I stood totally speechless.  In that moment all of my path in creating Vision was became prophetic – for here, standing with me, was the one person in all the world whom I had created it for.