Beauty

The gentle rains stopped falling and Selisha stomped her front two hooves and shook out her silvery mane. She pointed her long shining horn towards the east and stared longingly. A tickling nudge from her mother Shanara and she turned to meet her.

The strong passionate love emanating from her mother was almost overwhelming but Selisha’s saddening heart ached for every moment of that love and she could not even put into words what was causing her torment. The large gentle brown eyes which now held her spellbound also looked saddened. Impulsively, Selisha reached out to comfort her and her mother regarded her with surprise.

“Daughter of my heart, your sadness searches so desperately for help and yet you seek to aid me? Could such compassion not have spread over my entire family so it would not overburden you, my once bright eyes of my herd? We are so close to the celebration of the Day of Ochra and yet your dark burdens seemed to weigh you down so painfully now. What ails you my child? Just by telling me your burden will be so much lighter.”

Magical

Almost at the same moment as Selisha was about to voice her sorrows, her caring mother had voiced the one day of the entire year which she did dread. The one day when her whole herd celebrated the day of the birth of the Great Stallion Ochra who fathered all the children of all the herds of their world. The one day when she felt more alone than ever before, and as each year passed, as much as she tried to fit in, it just got harder. All her brothers and sisters and cousins and friends were beginning to notice her separateness, for want of another word, and the more they noticed the wider the gap became. They didn’t understand. Selisha celebrated every day of the year as she believed each day was a gift from the Great Spirit of Nature and every day should be celebrated until she returned to the place of her birth for the very last time. Selisha also believed that very last day should be the greatest celebration of all because then she would be returning to where she truly belonged.

Bewitching

Lifting her head and with as much pride as she could put into her stance, Selisha replied, “Mother of my heart, my sadness is nothing to your love and devotion to me and my family. Your troubles are like tall trees to my fine pieces of grass. Come, let us prepare for the celebrations….” And she jauntily trotted off, head high in the air towards the main group of the herd. Sighing and determined her mother followed, overtaking her daughter at a fast gallop. Selisha watched her mother proudly, noting how many members of her family and the rest of the herd lifted their heads to watch the beauty that was her mother.

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