This life was not meant for me.
When they shamed and demeaned me, they did not mean for me to find unconditional love. They did not intend for my life to be full, and beautiful and unexpected. But I did and it is.
I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for this beautiful place I live and for the gift of this horse that I get to explore it with.
The terrified and lonely little girl hiding in her room, wishing the plastic pony would become real, believing that somehow those magical animals she felt so deeply connected to could save her, is here with me.
She is in the saddle. She is smiling. She is healed.
