Poseidon Hippios is being praised today, and hurrah for it. When I think of Poseidon Hippios, I often think less about the partnerships we as a species have developed with the equines of the world, and I tend to think more about the horrid ways in which we abuse said partnerships. I try to not be so bleak, but I’ve got miners among my ancestors, and while they were miners in the US, it always puts me in mind of the mine ponies across the pond. Now, in fairness, the human miners have often suffered just as much, so . .. it’s just wretched all around.
Still, there’s no denying that much of our advancement as a species has come with the aid of horsepower, even with all the darker bits of that history. Hail, Poseidon Hippios!
I found this image for the first time, a few days ago. It has become “Poseidon at Yule” in my mind (and Poseidon has a thing with the Solstice, even within the Hellenic past. I knew this to a point, because the Athenian month named for Him roughly corresponds with December, but I discovered a year or so ago — yay Jstor! — that Athens was not the only place to celebrate Him around the solstice) and I need to get my hands on a print of it. It also puts me in mind of Poseidon Hippios, and so, I thought I’d share.