The barn is like stepping into a portal.

For awhile, time doesn’t exist.

To do lists don’t exist.

Neither do medical bills, interest rates, insurance, taxes, or inflation.

At the barn, we can dream, and anything is possible.

On the back of a horse, my soul is set free.

And I’m still trying to figure out how to hold on to that feeling in the darker areas of my life.

When I walk back into reality and everything comes flooding back in unsympathetically.

I don’t think most people realize how important horses actually are.

How deeply it’s written into my being.

A horse is not a luxury item.

A horse is a bridge to healing and truth.

Written by Lyndsi Pratt (must link to site if shared)