By Kerri R.
With each new adventure we are shaped by the adventures of the past. And while those we meet along the way may never know everyone we once knew or every step previously taken, those people/animals and places are part of who we are today. What is it like to meet an old memory as something or someone new again? Is it like stepping through the looking glass?
As Alice heads west she has the sense that the past and the present, the east and the west and every place in between aren’t so far apart. She arrives in the middle of a field at the edge of a forest. Not unlike the one she had just left. She carries a flower in her hand where her friend, the Bumblebee, rests.
Alice looked round her in great surprise. “Why, I do believe we’ve been under this tree the whole time! Everything’s just as it was!”Through the Looking Glass, Chapter 3
Or was it? Alice hears a muffled rhythmic sound in the distance.
“It sounds like a horse,” Alice thought to herself.Through the Looking Glass, Chapter 3
Could it be? Alice turns to see a band of horses galloping towards her. Yes. Butterflies dance in her stomach when she sees him. Tail and mane blowing in the wind without a care in the world. Strength. Grace. But most of all…Freedom. Once a broken soul, forced to pull a carriage on the streets of a crowded city he was now where he was born to be…wild.
Will he remember her? Will he trust her? Alice sits and just waits. Without expectation. The small herd stops to graze, but he timidly steps towards her. Pausing to look into her eyes. The looking glasses. She cannot tell if she is reflecting his soul or he is reflecting hers. He rests his head on her shoulder. She touches his face where she once saw cuts. The wounds of the past have left scars, but his spirit is fully alive. He blows in her face. Alice giggles and her friend nickers back at her in glee before trotting back to his adopted family.
Sometimes holding onto the past serves to protect us from repeating it. But when does holding on to what once was limit our freedom to be our true selves? Reminders of the past will have us believe we should remain stuck there. That we don’t have the freedom to change; To be who we were meant to be, whether as individuals or as a society. But just because it once was doesn’t mean it always has to be.
A helicopter flies overhead. Alice won’t allow her friend, who just found freedom, to be imprisoned again. She doesn’t want him to have to run in fear. She wants him to run free. She wants to run free.
What freedom looks and feels like when horses can run free
Learn about the horses who have been rescued by Skydog Ranch and Sanctuary
Roundups and the adoption incentive program:
“Those people weren’t there because they cared about the horses,” Ms. Walker said. “They were there because they cared about the money.”
When the excuse for roundups is that there is no alternative, Return to Freedom shows there is another way
Continue following Alice on a long and winding road in the next post, Oh Deer!
Kerri is an advocate for the introverted activist. Often at a loss for words in person, she writes to make sense of the world and connect with others. She wishes for more curiosity & kindness in the world.