22/04/2026
It is quite the thing to know that your heart moves around the world without it being held completely inside of yourself.
It can be hard to describe one's absolute love for horses, how they become so very much a part of the core of who you are. Without ever having placed them there intentionally.
Just one day you happen to realise that they form a part of your heartbeat. They are you and you are a part of them.
It's crazy to think I once existed, where the herd did not, yet I have often wondered to, if this path was laid out for me to walk before we found each other. Maybe for each of them too.
An attunement, we already had, that drew each of us into the life we all share. Maybe that is too woowoo for people to believe, to me it feels that way.
When I find that space in the field, surrounded by the horses, as the breeze lifts and drops like breath, when a breed of bird shows up that I've never seen in the trees before. Well, that feels like it was all on purpose. Not magic, it's like coherence to our life purpose.
Precious moments that have repeatedly occurred, nature conspiring to recalibrate parts of people who visit with us.
So, I guess, what a gift it is, that my heart does indeed exist, well outside of the physical parts of me.