Stepping out into a pasture of sheep is like pushing through a membrane between two worlds. The world you just left is the world of computers and cars and TVs and cellphones. Most people only ever see the world that's constructed out of ordinary things. They think that's the only world, the real world. The sky has a particular color, the sheep crop at too-short grass with a methodic rip-rip-rip, and the dog you’ve brought here in the back of your SUV is just a dog who, for some reason, starts to shiver violently at the first whiff of musty wool.
But that world is just a hard-edged overlay atop a world immensely older and more intricate. In the world where you, your dog, and the sheep now stand, the hill before you exerts a gentle pull that will cause every living thing in the field to drift upward once it starts to move. The trees on your left push out an invisible convexity as real and unyielding as a fenceline; you’ll have to give it a wide berth, or be prepared to ask your dog to plow into the pressure, as though asking him to throw himself at a wall. The shadows, the wind, the turn of your head and the force of your dog’s silent gaze – everything in this older world is part of cacophony of pressures that push and bounce against each other. These pressures create a landscape just as real as any hill or fence or tree. If you’re very lucky, and very quiet, you can learn to feel those pressures. You can sense where to push against these masses of energies to make the sheep and your dog move in a direction you choose.
The ability to feel and see these energies is stitched into your dog’s DNA. You don’t teach him how to use this knowledge – he teaches you. He shows you what it’s like to see microseconds into the future, to know how all the pressures will shift and slip before he takes his first working step. Before you even look down at him, he’s ready. When you send him off with a quiet, “Away to me,” it’s all he has ever been waiting for. It’s why he was made, and all he wants to do. This is the only world that has ever been real for him, and you’re lucky to be able to stand alongside him in it.
lyrics
He does not know the language, but he understands the job,
And he is not feared of hard work, or of pain.
Away, lad! Away to me!
He can climb so close to Heaven that the hill becomes the sky,
And the highland winds sing come away to me.
Through the blood of all his fathers runs the ken of ebb and flow,
And a heart so pure, he walks in worlds between.
Away, lad! Away to me!
All his mothers wield the magic to hold strong and stand their ground.
May those generations come away to me.
He’s the land and not the language; he’s the work and not the land.
He’s five hundred years of life, both wild and strange.
Away, lad! Away to me!
He’s the hand of God on Nature, working through the hand of Man.
All Creation dances come away to me.
credits
from Horsetamer,
released April 6, 2013
Uilleann Pipes & Pennywhistle: Bruce Foley
Bodhran & Percussion: Andrew Reamer
Piano: Michael Moricz
Acoustic Guitar: Dale Cinski
Violin: Warren Davidson
Electric Bass: Jeff Mangone
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