Every time we lose a horse here, it feels like a monumental event. Today, after losing Lizzie just two days ago, I was out on my walk and walked past the gravesites of so many of our horses, including the freshly covered grave of Lizzie. As I looked up at the sky on this incredible day, a song started streaming through my inner thoughts. These lyrics rang so true…Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet’s eye
You may find him
If you may find him
(Be – by Neal Diamond from the soundtrack of Jonathan Livingston Seagull)
What a fitting song. I’ve walked this land and called this farm home for nearly 35 years now. And as I stood beneath those clouds today, I could feel our beloved ghost brigade in spirit still looking out after us all. Blessing us with the energy from their hearts. Gone from our sight but never far from our hearts and the ground they called their final home.
For anyone missing a loved one …. look inside your heart and your love for them and you’ll feel them loving you right back. That connection never dies.
Dawn