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19/11/2025

15/09/2025

Let It Be

Let it be.
Right here, right now.
The breath rises, the breath falls,
and nothing more is needed.

Let it be.
The world moves, the clouds drift,
the sun warms, the rain falls,
all is unfolding as it will.

Let it be.
No grasping, no pushing, no wishing it different.
Just this moment, exactly as it is.

Let it be.
Hear the silence between sounds,
feel the space between thoughts,
rest in the gentle pulse of now.

Let it be.
And in letting go of all else,
find the tender hush of now,
a cradle for the weary heart,
soft, open, and enough.

~ 'Let it Be' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Sophia Love Storey

14/09/2025

If you’d told me 10 years ago that I’d be running retreats, leading facilitators, and supporting people through deep, life-changing work with horses, I’d have laughed.
Back then, I was just trying to survive the next muddy field, the next rent rise, the next “how do I even write this policy?” moment.
But this weekend reminded me why I kept going. Watching our facilitators come together, using the framework we built, and seeing the impact on our community — it made all the battles worthwhile.
Dreams don’t arrive fully formed. They’re built, one step, one risk, one messy day at a time.

Click here now to book your place for the Wait-List for our upcoming Project Pony Accelerator programme.

https://www.thewayofthehorse.co.uk/project-pony-accelerator

01/09/2025

Where Sorrow and Love Coexist

Grief is not something that simply passes.
It is a quiet presence, a shadow that lingers,
etched into the rhythm of our lives.

The pain, however, the sharp, raw moments,
can ease, over time, like waves gently retreating from the shore.
It softens. It becomes quieter.
Not forgotten, not gone, but carried with gentleness.

Grief asks us to pause.
To honor what we have lost.
To feel the depth of love that remains,
and carry that love with us always

In this tender space, we learn resilience.
We allow our hearts to remain open,
to let sorrow and love coexist,
and to carry memory without being consumed by it

Breathe.
Let the stillness surround you.
Let love steady you.
And know that within the ache,
there is also light,
there is also life,
and there is a quiet strength
that will carry you forward.

~ 'Where Sorrow and Love Coexist' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Mikenzi Mitchell

10/08/2025

Grief…..Exquisite and Heart rendering ❤️‍🩹

The Narrow Path I Walk

What grief took from me,
it took my confidence,
it took my safety,
it took the mornings I used to know,
it took the nights I trusted to end in peace.

It took my voice,
the one that could speak without shaking.
It took the warmth in laughter,
the lightness in music,
the taste of ordinary joy.

It took trust,
in people, in time, in the idea that life was kind.
It took the map of who I was before,
and the compass that might have led me back.

It took the belief that love, once found,
could never be undone.
It took my sense of home,
no matter where I stand.

And in exchange,
it left me with silence,
with a fog that swallows my thoughts,
with days that blur into one another,
with a body that moves
while the heart stays behind.

But what grief could not take from me,
it could not take the love,
woven so deep it lives beyond your absence.
It could not take the sound of your name
rising like a prayer in my chest.

It could not take the memories,
the sparkle in your eyes when you laughed,
that caring glance that made me feel seen,
those arms that made me feel safe,
the sweet sound of you calling my name.

It could not take the part of me
that still believes in connection,
even when I doubt the safety of the world.
It could not take my capacity to feel,
though feeling now comes
with both ache and beauty.

It could not take the stories
I will carry forward for you.
It could not take the quiet moments
when I know you would have smiled.

It could not take the stubborn pulse of hope,
small, flickering, but alive,
that insists the heart can grow again,
even in the shadow of what was lost.

This is what grief took,
and what it could not,
and between them
is the narrow path I walk.

~ 'The Narrow Path I Walk' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Sarah Jarrett

16/07/2025

Nature’s gentle cure 🌊