Horse Whisperings

The winter storms bring wild and beautiful horses thundering dangerously out of the rolling sea, their nostrils flared, their flying manes splaying white foam high into the sky. From this watery birth they are galloping with powerful heat through our quiet routine bringing a new and formidable year into birth, the year of the fire horse. As the Chinese new year approaches we will be leaving behind the introspective snake year of shedding, and heading into action, movement, authenticity, self-expression and living more honestly in the year of the fire horse. 

Horses are important symbols in mythology and often are linked with water as a representation of the otherworld.  They are also said to represent the sun – in Irish ‘Echdae’ the horse of the heavens. This comes from ancient myths where fire-breathing horses drew the chariot of the sun across the sky. 

‘The Kelpies’ in Scotland (Falkirk) is a sculpture of two magnificent horses with eyes of fire. Kelpies are water horses who are found in Scottish lochs, but they are actually spirits. In Celtic folklore there are many tales of shapeshifting water horses, found in rivers, lochs and the sea. They have a pretty dangerous reputation and are said to lure people or animals to their deaths and then eat them! In Wales there is the flying Ceffyl Dŵr horse who is also a shapeshifter and may be found near waterfalls or lakes. In Ireland the Each Uisce (associated with the sea, especially around Samhain) was thought to be half horse, half eel.  Another Irish water horse is the aughisky, which is similar to the Scottish kelpie. 

Across the Celtic world, the goddess of horses is known as Epona, and is associated with the journey to the otherworld as a symbol of transformation, also fertility and sovereignty. Rhiannon is related to Epona and is a Welsh queen who rides a white horse.  Following the Celtic calendar, there is a celtic astrological sign ‘the white horse of summer’ which relates to the holly month of July. It is said to be a wild, fierce and magical creature, as is another mystical equine being, the unicorn, which is of course the national animal of Scotland.

Along the Ridgeway near Oxford there is the magnificent chalk horse carved into the hillside. The Uffington White Horse is the oldest horse figure in Britain, originally carved during prehistory possibly with tribal symbolism. This iconic figure is loved by many and remains visible thanks to the people of the area who have maintained it over generations.

A mile or two along the Ridgeway is Wayland’s Smithy, a Neolithic tomb, which has existed since the 10th Century AD. Metalworking has a sense of mystery and magic about it, and the myth of this long barrow is that if you were to leave your horse tethered there, you would find it reshod on your return (if you left a coin!). 

The Celts were apparently the first culture to develop the horseshoe (later used by the Romans) and both horseshoes and horse halters are said to contain luck. Horse ownership was seen as a status symbol – a nobleman was defined as owning arms and a horse. Warriors were often buried with their horse, and horse bones were found in Newgrange burial chamber, Co. Meath. 

Back to the present day, where horses are giving up their lives for our wellbeing in a shockingly invisible way. If you are of menopausal age, you may be looking at options for HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy) to calm some of your symptoms. For many years HRT has been derived from pregnant mare’s oestrogen (Conjugated equine oestrogen or CEE, previously sold as Premarin). Research has found health risks linked with the use of equine metabolites (See the Women’s Health Initiative Study 2002). However a ‘bioidentical’ product matching the human hormone is available, known as oestradiol, made from plant sources such as soya or wild yam. Both these forms of HRT are currently available on prescription (but note that Premarin is no longer branded with that name). The extraction of the CEE hormone involves keeping the mares continually pregnant, confined in small stalls – PETA (People’s Trust for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) highlight the issues here.  You might choose instead to look at herbs to support menopause, follow this link to the amazing Seed Sistas. There are also some great wild yam products available to buy without prescription that women have found really helpful. So if you are using, or thinking of using, HRT do check what you are being given or do your own research.

Let’s honour and respect the beautiful and majestic horse, this year’s animal sign in Chinese astrology, we may have much to thank her for.

For references see below.

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I am an artist, musician and orchardist living on the Gower Peninsula. I am writing this blog to share with others the power and joy we can feel as we immerse ourselves in nature recovery.  By returning to our mother earth, I believe this will lead us forward into a more sustainable way of living.  Self care and community care are vital to develop our resilience and then from a more grounded base we can create the world we want to see, starting with small and possible actions.

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References and photo credits:

Shilsley.co.uk

Moonfishwriting.com

West Cork People

Wild Atlantic Way

English Heritage

Oxford Archaeology

Seed Sistas:  https://seedsistas.co.uk/2025/07/28/best-herbal-alternatives-to-hrt/

British Journal of Clinical Pharmacology

Women’s Health Initiative Study 2002

PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals)

The Kelpies in Falkirk (photo © Beninjam200, WikiCommons)

Uffington White Horse (sketch William Plenderleath: The White Horses of the West of England 1892)

Meeting my Ancestors in the Orchard

Night comes early and I step out into the dusky chill. Wispy clouds scud across the moon and an owl calls.  The dark silhouette of the ash tree reaches down to touch my hair as I pass.

This Samhain I am greeting my beloved dead, the newly departed spirit of my mother. This has not been an easy grief. It was heartbreaking moving her into a nursing home where she died in February this year.  It’s hard for me and her to find forgiveness for that.

So I come to the community orchard to make my peace and honour her. The formerly neglected fruit trees have recently taken on a new lease of life as the setting for a memorial garden. A dedicated group carried out bramble clearing, sowed wildflowers and created areas to put plaques and natural offerings such as painted stones and carved wood. 

The gently weaving path takes me past the thoughtfully placed dedications that have appeared over the summer. I am carrying my offering – a piece of lovingly smoothed wood and I place it down with tears and gratitude, both to my mum for her life and to the community for this blessed space of connection.

The veils are thin on this All Hallows Eve. I hang candles in the trees and they bring a comforting light to the space. Apple trees are said to represent wisdom and immortality, standing amongst them helps me connect to the many layers of our world. I cut through an apple to reveal the star of pips and make my offering to the beloved spirits.  ‘May you never hunger’ spirals out with my breath, reminding me of the possibility for renewal that comes from making peace with death.

I am an artist, musician and orchardist living on the Gower Peninsula. I am writing this blog to share with others the power and joy we can feel as we immerse ourselves in nature recovery. By returning to our mother earth, I believe this will lead us forward into a more sustainable way of living. Self care and community care are vital to develop our resilience and then from a more grounded base we can create the world we want to see, starting with small and possible actions. 

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    Wild Wellbeing – October 2025

    The changing colours of our inner landscape

    Autumn walks are the best.  I love the crunch underfoot, as I walk along the path by the river.  Stretching above me, the wooded hill is a myriad of changing colours.  The red, orange, yellow, green, brown leaves pile up at the side of the path, nestling a log dancing with delicate fungi.  As I pass a rocky outcrop, the last of the salty coastal sea-beet offers itself from its position at the high tide mark.  The pools on the estuary floor glint as the sun’s rays strike out from the clouds through a delicate sprinkling rain.  In front of me is the centrepiece, the luminous, shimmering rainbow arching over the valley and landing itself enticingly close  – this way lies the crock of gold!

    I started the day with anxiety, unable to see the gifts that the day had to offer me.  Yet now I am out walking in the weather, nature has carried me softly into the present.  There is so much to see on the earthly stage in front of me that the past or the future are no longer a concern.  My mood has completely shifted and the bright new day has cleared away my inner clouds and brought me a flood of ideas that I can’t wait to implement when I get home.   

    If you recognise this pattern, you may, like me, be sensitive to changes in atmospheric pressure – barometric sensitivity.  The gathering clouds can feel like they are pressing down on our heads and pinning us to the bed, causing depression, fatigue, stress and pain for some.   The mind stops functioning and any joy left in the day scurries into a dark corner.   Through the numbness, I have learnt to listen to the whisper which tells me to get myself out into nature.   This works every time – nature connection is the path we can step onto whenever we feel out of kilter, when the day deals us a bad hand or we are overwhelmed with life.  Our mood may feel dark, but putting one foot in front of the other, whether down the garden path, or through the park or wider landscape, we let the safe arms of mother earth lead us gently forward and into a bigger and more open world.  We are then creating an opportunity for the clouds to part and the light of the day to reflect back at us.  If we are lucky we may even stumble upon some unexpected treasure we can curl our fingers around to accompany us on our day.

    I am an artist, musician and orchardist living on the Gower Peninsula. I am writing this blog to share with others the power and joy we can feel as we immerse ourselves in nature recovery.  By returning to our mother earth, I believe this will lead us forward into a more sustainable way of living.  Self care and community care are vital to develop our resilience and then from a more grounded base we can create the world we want to see, starting with small and possible actions.

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