Desert Awakenings

09/14/2025

There is comfort, peace, and healing in the heart of a horse.

09/08/2025

I DID NOT KNOW...

I did not know a horse could bring people into your life that end up meaning the most to you.
I did not know a horse could make the hardest days of your life bearable.
I did not know a horse could teach you to put others first.
I did not know a horse could remind you time and time again that your gut is always right.
I did not know a horse could break your heart.
I did not know a horse could pick you up when you have fallen apart.
I did not know a horse could teach you to dream again, after you thought it was not possible.
I did not know a horse could make you believe in yourself.
I did not know a horse could teach responsibility, work ethic, and dedication.
I did not know a horse could make you believe in something when no one else does.
I did not know a horse could make you learn to forgive and forget.
I did not know a horse could humble you faster than you can say humble.
I did not know a horse could make you a winner.
I did not know a horse could also teach you how to lose gracefully.
I did not know a horse could instill patience in you.
I did not know a horse could make you listen better.
I did not know a horse could give you their heart.
I did not know a horse could change your life.
I did not know a horse could do all these things...
but now I know.

by Alissa Kelly

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Image - Charlie Mackesy

09/02/2025

"Presence is holding love without twisting it into your desire."

~ Marion Woodman

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08/25/2025

In this frame, there is so much tenderness that the heart pauses.
The horse’s breath touches the fragile dandelion — as if strength meets fragility, not in conflict, but in harmony.
In a world where everything passes so quickly, this moment reminds us: true strength lives in the ability to be gentle, even in the smallest touch.

✨ Where roughness becomes gentle, true beauty is born.

07/31/2025

Place your hand on your horse — and place your heart in that moment.
Because it’s in the silence between the touch and the breath that trust is born.
It’s not just a connection between human and animal — it’s an invisible thread that stitches souls together.

A horse doesn’t ask for words. He feels the truth of your heart through the warmth of your hand.
And when you touch him, you touch something deeper — peace, strength, and unconditional love.

07/29/2025

Horse – The Soul Companion of the Earth
You are not a beast.
You are wind, made flesh — the ancient heartbeat of the Earth.
When the Creator exhaled the first breath of life,
You galloped across the meadows of light,
And the sky bowed as your hooves kissed the newborn land.

You came with no reins,
Carrying a strength that does not roar —
But stands firm like mountains,
And flows gentle like mist.

The fire in your eyes is not rage —
It is memory,
The sacred flame born from the stars before names were spoken.
Each step you take is a sacred word,
A spell of life whispered into soil and soul alike.

You do not serve —
You walk beside.
No one owns you,
For you are freedom incarnate,
The song of wild forests,
The breath of untamed plains.

You do not carry people forward —
You carry their spirits home.

When the warrior is lost in the smoke of the world,
It is you — with a heart of thunder and hooves of wind —
Who leads them back
To where fear cannot follow,
To where truth rises like morning mist on sacred ground.

The People did not ride you —
They listened to you.
In your whinny lives the fire of ancestors,
In your stride flows the blood of the Earth, singing.

You are the Guardian of Freedom,
The Bearer of Balance,
The Spirit of Destiny.
You have never been merely "a horse" —
You are the Twilight Deity in motion,
The Companion of every sacred journey.

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07/28/2025

Echoes of the Horsemen

In the hush of morning fog,
they ride —
shadows of strength,
souls carved from earth and wind.

Their horses move like thunder,
their eyes like storm-lit skies,
and the wolves walk beside them,
not as beasts,
but as brothers.

They fought not for power,
but for spirit,
for land that whispered their names,
for the children not yet born,
for songs still waiting to be sung.

They held the line
when the world forgot them.
They bled where no one watched,
and prayed beneath stars
that no longer remembered
their stories.

But we remember.

We walk in their footsteps,
we breathe because they stood,
we dream because they endured.

To the warriors
who rode into the smoke
and did not return—
We see you.
We thank you.
We carry you.

Always.

🎨: Serin Alar

07/15/2025

There are moments in life when everything feels still.
When the walls around you close in, and the darkness becomes too heavy.
When you no longer expect the light, no longer search for hope — you simply retreat into silence.

And then, in one of those moments, he appeared.
A horse.
Not loud, not grand — but real.
His steps were soft, his gaze so deep it felt like he saw everything you tried to hide from yourself.

He didn’t speak.
He didn’t ask questions.
He just stood there, at the edge of your broken world, looking at you.
As if to say, “I’m here. I see you. And your darkness doesn’t scare me.”

And in that silence, something greater than comfort appeared.
A spark of belief.
That even when you don’t feel yourself anymore — someone else can still feel you.
And sometimes, the greatest healing doesn’t come from words or noise,
but from the quiet presence of someone who simply stays.

That was the horse.
The one who didn’t just help you survive —
but became part of your soul.
The one you’ll never forget.
Because he saw into you… when the world turned away.

06/26/2025

Take a deep breath...
⠀
Those who’ve never leaned into a warm horse’s muzzle,
who’ve never inhaled the scent of hay, leather, wind, and eternity living within a horse — they’ll never understand.
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That smell isn’t just about an animal.
It’s about home. About the calm that wraps around your soul.
About a heart that’s tired of everything and finds healing in a single touch.
⠀
Loving horses isn’t a hobby.
It’s a piece of your soul — something you can’t explain, only feel.
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💫 Breathe deep… and hold on to that feeling. It’s real.
⠀

06/01/2025

Some things never change with time...
Even when your knees don’t listen like they used to.
Even when lifting the saddle by yourself gets a little harder each day.
Even when youth leaves behind only scars and memories.

The spirit of the horse in your heart — it never ages.
It remains just as wild, free, and true.
It whispers: you still can… you’re still a rider… you are a soul in the saddle.

Because the love for horses never fades. It only grows deeper.
And even if you can’t gallop across fields every day,
one look, one soft muzzle against your hand —
and your heart soars again.

You may be silver-haired. Tired. Quiet.
But inside — you’re still that little girl who dreams of riding into the wind.

And the spirit of the horse… it’s still there.
Always.
Forever.

05/31/2025

💛 "Aren’t you too old for a horse?" — they ask. But that question isn’t really about age. It’s about love. The kind of love that knows no years…

I've been asked more than once: “Maybe you're too old to own a horse?”
And every time, my heart flinches — not from doubt, but from the very question.
Because how can you ever be too old for the one who heals your soul?

Yes, my knees aren’t what they used to be. The saddle feels heavier.
The barn grows colder with each passing winter.
But in the quiet where frost turns gold and breath fogs the air,
I remember who I truly am — through the gaze of a horse.

A horse doesn’t count wrinkles. Doesn’t notice the tremble in my hands.
All that matters to him is that I’m there.
And for that — for trust, peace, and steps in sync —
I’ll endure the pain, the weariness, the rain.

Because in that stillness, where hearts beat with hooves,
I find refuge. I find youth. I find me.
And age? It's not a barrier — it’s just one more reason to treasure every moment.

🧡 So when someone asks if it’s too late, I answer:
"It’s never too late for true love."

05/25/2025