A friend of mine is in deep distress. A horse hoarder (yes, they’re a thing. Have a passion for horses, keep buying, can’t care for them, but can’t stop, either.) has stored two old thoroughbreds in the paddock where my friend keeps her two horses. The oldies are in bad shape, starved, not cared for, deeply traumatised. My friend and her partner have been feeding and watering the horses, and nursing one through a bout of colic.
My friend wants to rescue these two horses, take them into her care. She’s well qualified, as a farrier.
The hoarder doesn’t want to give them up. It’s been an ongoing tussle with my friend, the hoarder, and the RSPCA, who, legally, have limited powers of confiscation.
Last night, even though I am deep into a head cold, I sat down on my meditation cushion, wrapped myself in a blanket, and without any further ado, closed my eyes, and began watching my breath. The sensation of cool air coming in through my nostrils, down my throat, inflating my belly, then my belly falling, warm air flowing up my throat and out my nose. Until I knew I was in a settled place.
I called each of the elements in turn: Earth, Air, Fire, Water. No fancy invocations. Plain Aussie English, because I had no energy for anything else. I thanked them for coming present, even though I had done them no reverence past my words. No crystals or salt, no incense, no candles, no bowl of water, no feathers, no fripperies at all.
I realised I was swaying gently from side to side.
I called the Celtic Horse Goddess Epona, and asked Her to be merciful to Her own children. I explained the situation, even though She would already know. I asked that my friend, as a Priestess of Epona be able to serve Her better by taking these horses into her care. I asked that these two horses, and the other twenty in the hoarder’s possession be safe, fed, watered, warm, and sheltered. I asked that the hoarder be treated kindly, to have her eyes opened and really see the state her horses were in, to realise she needed help. I asked that compassion and kindness be shown to this woman, and that she receive the help she needed.
I could not sing for Epona. I had hardly any voice. Yet, I felt in a state of powerful magic, lit up on the astral plane, and the elements, at the very least, taking notice.
And then I asked what Epona would have of me. Two things: the first was to give up meat. I’m not much of a meat-eater, but with two male omnivores in the house, it’s easier to just go along with that than keep making myself a separate meal. Being vegetarian AND gluten-free AND mindful of lactose is a royal pill, but Epona has provided the shove I needed to move back to vegetarianism, armed with much better knowledge of nutrition this time.
Her second request was monetary. Donate money to my friend should the horses come into her care. I’m lucky enough that this is relatively easy to do. Ten years ago, it would have been impossible. Now, I have some extra to play around with.
So mote it be, Epona of the Horses.
I bade farewell to Epona, and to the four elements. I don’t know how long I’d sat for, but I know my knees creaked as I stood up. I didn’t feel cold, because of the warm blanket, but I did feel thirsty and hungry, a sure sign of power being used. So I trooped out of my room to make a cup of tea, drink a glass of water, and eat an apple.
Magic doesn’t always have to have the trappings, fun though they are. Sometimes, one just needs focus of will, time, and space.