Hello my friend,
It's time to slow down,
To rest your body and open your imagination.
Let's take a quiet journey together,
You don't need to do anything at all,
Just listen and breathe.
Breathing in,
And out,
And out.
Now,
Let's take a journey together.
Imagine you are standing at the edge of the Australian high country.
A place of rolling green hills,
Tall snow gum trees,
And distant mountains touched with a soft white mist.
The morning sunlight feels warm on your skin.
The air is cool and sweet,
Carrying the sweet smell of eucalyptus.
Take a breath in,
And let it out slowly.
The grass sways softly around your legs,
Each blade glitters with a tiny bead of dew.
Somewhere in the distance,
You hear a low rhythmic sound,
Thud,
Thud,
Thud.
What is it?
You walk gently across the grassy plain,
Each step soft and quiet.
Ahead,
You see them,
Wild Brumbies.
Brumbies are Australia's amazing wild horses.
Their coats shine like copper,
Chestnut,
Grey,
And midnight black.
Some stand proudly on hilltops,
Their manes rippling in the wind.
Some graze quietly on the grass in the morning sun.
Brumbies are descended from the horses bought by explorers and stockmen long ago.
Over many years,
Some broke free and found a home in the rugged mountains,
Learning to live wild,
Strong,
And free.
You watch as the lead mare,
The female horse who guides her herd,
Steps forward.
She is calm and quiet and confident.
The Brumbies follow her because she knows the safest paths and the best places for water and food.
She turns her head toward you with soft,
Gentle eyes,
As if inviting you to come closer.
Take a slow breath in and out.
You begin to walk with the mob as they move through the high country.
Their hooves make a steady,
Soothing sound on the ground.
Thud,
Thud,
Thud.
A foal,
A baby Brumby,
Spots you and trots closer.
It's very young.
Its legs are long and wobbly.
But Brumby foals can stand and walk within just a few hours of being born.
This young foal snorts softly and hides behind its mother,
Peeking out with big,
Curious eyes.
You smile,
Feeling warm and peaceful.
The mob begins to drift across a wide,
Open plain.
A soft wind brushes gently against your face.
Your whole body relaxes,
Moving in harmony with the gentle rhythm of the Brumbies.
Take another deep,
Calming breath.
Soon,
You hear the sound of running water.
The Brumbies lead you to a hidden mountain creek,
Sparkling like a ribbon of liquid crystal.
This water comes from melting snow high above.
It is cold,
Fresh and pure.
Brumbies are clever.
They know where every hidden creek and safe waterhole lies.
Their memories help them survive through long,
Dry seasons.
You kneel beside them as they drink,
Listening to the soft splashing,
The gentle breaths,
And the rustle of leaves overhead.
You dip your fingers into the creek.
The water is refreshingly cool.
It sends a calm,
Peaceful tingling up your arm.
Breathe in slowly,
And breathe out,
Feeling your whole body release any tension.
The Brumbies slowly lift their heads.
Their ears flick forward.
They begin to move,
First walking,
Then trotting,
And then breaking into a smooth,
Flowing run.
And you run with them,
Not fast,
Not breathless.
It feels more like you are floating,
Light,
Free,
And effortless.
The wind carries your hair back.
The ground beneath you feels soft and springy.
The hills blur gently past,
As you glide across the plains.
Brumbies run together to stay safe.
In the wild,
They warn each other of danger,
And protect one another as a family.
You feel protected.
You feel this protective circle around you now,
Safe,
Held,
And welcomed.
Take a deep breath in,
Matching the rhythm of the herd,
And out.
The sky overhead is a wide,
Endless blue.
You notice a wedge-tailed eagle,
Drifting lazily above,
Circling,
Silently.
For a moment,
You feel as free as the Brumbies,
Strong legs,
A flowing mane,
And wind floating around you.
But it's getting late now.
The sun begins to lower,
Painting the hills in pink and gold.
The Brumbies slow down to a gentle walk.
They lead you to a quiet rise,
Overlooking the valley.
From here,
You see the world is peaceful.
The mob begins to settle in a soft circle,
Nuzzling,
Resting,
And breathing quietly together.
You sit beside the lead mare.
Her warm breath brushes your cheek.
You place your hand on her neck.
Her coat feels soft and warm,
Glowing in the last light of the sun.
The Brumbies form strong bonds with their mob.
They look after one another,
Just like friends,
Just like family.
And you feel that connection now,
Deep and calm inside your chest.
Take one more slow breath in,
And gently breathe it out.
The Brumbies begin to wander back into the shadows of the hills.
Before they disappear into the evening night,
They pause and look back at you.
You feel their gratitude,
Their strength,
Their wild,
Gentle spirit.
Slowly,
The image of the high country begins to fade.
The hills,
The creek,
The herd,
All gently drift away like mist.
You breathe softly and begin to feel your body again.
Your legs resting,
Your arms loose and warm.
Your eyes are calm.
When you're ready,
Take one final deep breath.
You may now continue to rest,
Or gently begin to move throughout your day again,
Taking with you the feelings of freedom,
Peacefulness,
Strength and connection to your friends and your family.
Bye for now,
My friend.
You
