Because I have been updating the website recently, I have been going through 12 years worth of photos and stories - and although I recall the moment that I first encountered every horse who has entered the the gate here, I have been reminded through photographs of how so many of the horses went from a posture of defeat, and caving in with grief, just having missed selling for meat at auction, to opening up with such a gracious energy, once they knew they were safe and loved
I brought Fysik’s ashes home on Tuesday evening; they were held safely at Atim Creek since this absolutely treasured soul left us. I still cannot grasp that after all he made it through, and the community of support that he inspired back in November 2020, that he was taken from us only 14 months later, by a rare diseaase that struck him suddenly with no warning - giving us no means to fight it. I feel like a boulder is sitting on my chest as I write this. I can not derive any
The snow is really coming down this afternoon. When people want to make snow angels, they lie down in the snow, and move their arms to make a human imprint with wings. But horse snow angels - they just need the snow. Their otherworldliness is always present. (In front: Toodles, Seventeeni, Twinkletoes, Smidge, Rosalind, & Ivy).