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We Break Horses, and Children As Well
By Rodney Evan Bohen
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
Oh yes my dear, as man breaks man, they in turn break horses and dogs, and oh yes, children as well!
Excerpt from "Letters to Carla: Chasing my Heart"
Letters To Carla 6/26/2001
We Break Horses and Children as Well
My Dear Carla,
I once again my dear, I open the corral to my heart as one opens the gate in order to allow his favorite stallion to run, skip, sprint and fly through the pastures so open, soft and green. Carla, have you ever noticed the joy that floods a horse's entire being when released from their exercise pen in order to really run free in the pasture? They sprint out of the gate with their ears pinned down, power surging as they sprint, then run, as if saying 'look at me'! The look upon their face would indeed light up the world! The sheer glee that rises upon their countenance, it is truly a marvelous thing to experience. All creatures Carla merely bide their time till that moment approaches, if you merely near the gate of our friend the stallion, he raises his head and snorts, as he circles with pent up energy, excitement and anticipation, for all creatures who sniff the air in order to continue their journey, above all other things, desire to run free and roam unimpaired as they were intended to by design. Yes Carla, all creatures desire to fulfill their inherent right of passage to one day run free, with the wind cascading about them as they become one with time, that moment of excellence exploding in lightning type energy, portrays life as it was intended to be for all who inhale the air as their sustenance of life.
Carla, boundaries are imposed by man, due to his diabolical and swarthy desire to control the pulse of other creatures including mankind. Mankind's worst side is exposed due to this practice of barbary indeed; man finds a sense of perverted power when breaking a horse! One merely needs to examine the term to understand and ponder the words I now speak, for indeed no creature alive and breathing was intended to be broken! Neither was man! Man breaks the horse as a result of society breaking the man, due to our learned and parroted behavior never once thought out nor questioned. As we consider the meaning and term referring to domesticated, in reference to dogs, this word again simply breaths and defines broken! When finally laid to rest! We call a dog domesticated if we indeed can control him! But my dear, dogs were never meant to be controlled!
Oh yes my dear, as man breaks man, they in turn break horses and dogs, and oh yes, children as well! We use terms like breaking the spirit of a child in order to control him! My, oh my, where indeed does logic of heart play into this calculation, I ask you this day? We are meant to protect, nurture, teach by example and observe, not break by blows landed of power, nor with whips, ropes and stun guns! How unbearable as well as uninsightful lies the heart of man this day, and the saddest thing of all is we have no clue! Steeped in ignorance, while blindly adopting and embracing the instruction, and the tradition of the fools before us, we think never to question nor ponder these accepted ideas and dogma steeped headlong in barbarism, and cruelty!
May I point out a fact my dear? Merely because something is an accepted practice that has been embe dded in society from the beginning of time, renders it not acceptable, bright, nor civilized! I quickly pull war out of my hat to serve as an example in order to bedrock as well as cement my point in illumination! Just because war and bloodshed has been practiced as well as perfected throughout the ages, means not that thoughtfulness should not reign nor shower, in order to ponder the mere nature and character of such practices, as well as to question the lacking viable and questionable aspects of such temporary solutions to men's disagreements that never finalizes nor resolves a thing!
Carla alas, I fear I sadden when I turn the hearts of men around in my mind in thought, finding little seemingly redeemable at times, due to our inability to think something through afresh and anew! We seem never to question, nor listen to our hearts whisper saying, is this right? Is it humane? Is it a kind resolution or practice? We merely speak back to our conscious and say! It was good enough for my daddy, therefore its good enough for me! Well, I state this day, that this kind of parroted thinking is not good enough at all! If we are indeed to survive as a world, nation, state, people, or parents or individuals! We must learn to think! And question! Being prompted by our hearts and conscious, if we are indeed ever to posses the hope of greater stature of heart as well as mind as a people and generation this day! My daddy was bigoted and so am I! Not good enough! My daddy was promiscuous, so as well am I! Not good enough! We always treated animals in our family this way! Not good enough, I retort in anger! This is simply not good enough!
Where lays the passion in men's hearts this day to do good? Where indeed is our conscious of yesteryears? Where lies our desire as a people to excel in kindness, as well as to raise the bar of honor and nobility and compassion? Why cry we not at death, nor bow our heads in shame at a bullfight, why do we still drown kittens and torture our children? Do we not indeed need to think, ponder and assess the path of heart ventured this day? Do we indeed see no need to question why the chase and pursuit for money, supersedes the quantity and quality of time our children do indeed require and long for with panting breath and hearts hungry and starved for love? Do we indeed here not the cry of man and beast alike in unison shouting for freedom and respect in the wee hours of the night?
Yes my dear Carla, the child as well as the horse, dog and bunny, were not intended to be broken, beaten nor muscled into a posture of obedience, but were born instead to be loved, guided, protected and covered in wings of affection as well as layered in ever-present tenderness. We are meant not to override the inherent will of others, whether it be beast or child, we were meant to coax them unto us in delicate affection and love, tender as raindrops and soft as the moon rays that sprinkle the night to guide us to our destination. My dear, a dog who loves and trusts us will never run away! Neither will our children! They instead flee, for freedom, if given none at all. They run to experience love never felt, and they run to flee the arms of cruelty that have embraced them far too long.
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|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|i'm for teaching not breaking|
|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|An excellent and honest write. I agree that if they are loved they stay without restraint. ~Trish~|