The Treacherous Water Horse

The Treacherous Water Horse

(© Kip Mistral 2020. “The Bäckahäst“, artist unknown.)

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…especially if it’s a loch or pool in Scotland…

Unless you are a reader of Celtic or Scandinavian mythology, you wouldn’t for a moment suspect that the log or overturned boat you find innocently floating in a lake might suck you into the depths and eat you if you approach it. You might catch a glimpse of its baleful, phosphorescent stare, but probably you won’t have time to notice it looks like a black horse.

A black horse with a beautiful, gossamer mane that floats in the breeze and a tail that trails the ground, that on another occasion might prance up to you inviting you to ride, but once you have mounted, you can’t get off, and it plunges with you aboard into the nearest deep water and, well, you know the rest…

Or, being a shape-shifting water spirit, it can look like a human, tricking you to believe it friendly, like that person you thought was nice, and as you grow closer with the speed of a shark it will turn back into that black horse, who will drag you off to the pond and, you know…

I think we’re all a little cranky these days and this Nordic Bäckahäst looks how I feel, personally. And those of you with black horses, especially the ones with long manes and tails who look annoyed, you might be best to stay far away from lochs or pools…

It is the Mind That Maketh Good of Ill…

It is the Mind That Maketh Good of Ill…
(© Kip Mistral. “The Riders of the Sidhe” (1911) by Scottish artist John Duncan (1866-1945), said to depict the Sidhe coming down from Law Hill, a long dead volcano which stands on the Northern edge of Dundee.)

“It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.” Edmund Spenser, 14th century.
 
These are tough times right now all over the world…how do we choose expansion…or at least how do we keep our status quo…opposed to contraction, losing our hope and faith, and losing our grip on everything we have known? Where and how do we find hope for our futures, on many levels?

The Sidhe are a divine race, great and potent, who inhabit the Otherworld of the dead. These Irish “fairies” are not diminutive like we are used to thinking of fairies and elves and other mythical creatures. They are tall, beautiful, and extremely powerful…you don’t want to mess with them especially when they set out on their otherworldly steeds on the eve of Beltane. A telling of what they can bring…the tree of life and of knowledge, the cup of the heart of abundance and healing, the sword of the will on the active side, and the crystal of the will on its passive side.

“Sons of kings and queens are one and all.
On all their heads are
Beautiful golden-yellow manes:With smooth, comely bodies,
With bright blue-starred eyes,
With pure crystal teeth,
With thin red lips…”

Obviously noble and handsome as a race, the Sidhe were known as The Lordly Ones…they retreated to a different dimension of space and time than our own, a millenium ago. Since then, they stay in contact, in their own way, with mortals, giving protection, healing and teaching. The Sidhe are said to be benign until they are angered by foolishness on the part of mortals.

Perhaps we can call upon them for guidance and refrain from foolishness at this time?

Order in the Time of Chaos – Thoughts On the Beauty of Balance

Order in the Time of Chaos – Thoughts On the Beauty of Balance

(© Kip Mistral 2020. Painting by Alexander Pock 1940, Spanish Riding School Levade.)

When as a child I first read Marguerite Henry’s wonderful book about the Spanish Riding School in Vienna, titled “The White Stallion of Lipizza,” equally wonderfully illustrated by her creative partner Wesley Dennis, I was fascinated with the idea of a supremely orderly program of learning and teaching a venerable and highly cultivated horsemanship.

This was no haphazard affair like the way my friends and I learned to ride…we were told to get on, kick to go, pull back on the reins to stop and neck rein. Then off we tore with our kind-hearted and forbearing mounts, all asses and elbows for too long as we learned the hard way.

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Book Review: “Fragments from the Writings of Max Ritter von Weyrother, Austrian Imperial and Royal Oberbereiter” Vienna 1836

Book Review: “Fragments from the Writings of Max Ritter von Weyrother, Austrian Imperial and Royal Oberbereiter” Vienna 1836

(© Kip Mistral 2019. “Fragments from the Writings of Max Ritter von Weyrother, Austrian Imperial and Royal Oberbereiter,” published by Xenophon Press, 2017. Images and quotations from within are used with permission of the publisher. Image detail from Courbette by Ludwig Koch 1866-1934)

Maximillian Ritter von Weyrother (1783–1833) was Chief Rider of the Spanish Riding School in Vienna from 1813, and Director from 1814 to 1833. And why should we care to read a book of his writing fragments, you might ask. Is he just one more riding master in the cavalcade of horses and riders through time who codified his personal embrace of equestrian art? The answer would be no.

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When Only a White Horse Will Do

When Only a White Horse Will Do

(© Kip Mistral 2019. Detail from the “Apotheosis of Kaiser Wilhem” by Ferdinand Keller, 1888. National Gallery, Berlin)

Everyone knows, on an archetypal level, that anyone riding a white horse in a movie is a good guy and anyone riding a black horse is a bad guy. Why is that? Why is Pegasus white and why is the Unicorn white? Why is the horse the King rides so often white? Well, white is the color identified with the qualities of purity and nobility, and also it just so happens that real white horses are extremely rare…literally, the pearl of great price.

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