When You Enter a Horse’s Field, Your Nervous System Remembers

We call them horses.

But perhaps, we should call them shamans.

They carry the medicine of the herd, the medicine of the land, the medicine of memory

older than humanity itself.

When we allow ourselves to enter their field, something shifts.

The frantic pace of modern life slows down.

Our nervous system resets.

Our hearts remember how to open.

Each horse has its own medicine.

Some are warriors, helping us face fear.

Some are nurturers, teaching us compassion.

Some are mirrors, showing us where we are still broken.

Together, they form a council of healers,

waiting for us to listen.