An Ode to Thyme

Thyme,

My sweet, sassy girl.

You have fire in your veins and wildness in your eyes.

You came into my life with answers to questions I didn’t even know how to ask.

You’ve shown me that trust is earned through patience,

that forcing or rushing is useless,

that growth is never linear,

that relinquishing control grants you freedom.

You’ve taught me that true connection is silent and magical,

shared through presence that doesn’t command or overpower,

and that human problems really aren’t that big of a deal.

When you look me in the eyes and drop your nose to my shoulder,

huffing those little breaths of warm air,

your bottom lip quivering the way it does when you’re content,

my heart feels true peace and serenity.

Time ceases to exist when we’re together

because you honor my full attention,

and you’re spirited enough to demand my energy if I mentally wander.

Riding through the mountains,

just you and me,

the thud of your hooves and the wind through the trees,

hours that feel like minutes,

minutes that feel endless,

will forever hold a place in my heart.

Every day I am grateful

for the soul contract that brought you into my life.

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During my childhood, my family had Clydesdales. We even sold some to Anheuser-Busch. The barn was my happy place. Then I grew up and moved to Chicago, where I lived for too many years. Last spring, my husband and I moved to Colorado, and I found my soul animal. My gorgeous horse has shown me how life is meant to be lived and what truly matters. I honor every moment in her presence.

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