Price of Freedom

From the Hezicos Tarot, the Eight of Swords; from the Way of the Horse, Field of Dreams:

          The skies are dark and rumbling, and this pixie's hair is standing on end (not a good sign). She feels both threatened and overwhelmed because she is surrounded by swords, bound tightly and has her eyes blindfolded. But what is not constrained is her mouth; in the mounds below where she stands are doorways of the wee folk. She's got a way out of this but it won't be by anything she can manage on her own. She's going to have to call for help. Isn't it crazy how we would rather be (metaphorically) struck by lightning than have to ask someone to lend a hand?
          The Field of Dreams compares the drudgery of a workhorse to the freedom of an untamed equine. The demands of daily life can run us into the ground, making us feel like we've been harnessed and made to pull a heavy load. We all have a restless spirit inside that longs for time to run free, unencumbered by rigid dictates and duties. The key to that open field is the same as the pixie's solution.

A little boy was having difficulty lifting a heavy stone.

His father came along just then.

Noting the boy’s failure, he asked, “Are you using all your strength?”

“Yes, I am,” the little boy said impatiently.

“No, you are not,” the father answered.

“I am right here just waiting, and you haven’t asked me to help you.

~ Anonymous