Here is to all the sleepless nights, when I daydreamed at midnight about things that I forget yet are now talking with the stars. When I danced like crazy to the music of my floorboards creaking. When I saw on my bed with the windows open and soaked up every drop of moonlight until my skin was a silvery tone. When the dawn came and scolded me for the bags under my eyes.
"What is the Perfect Horse? I think most of us have daydreamed of it - images of a majestic black stallion with a flowing mane and tail, or golden palomino mare with a perfect blaze come to mind. But I don't think that is the Perfect Horse. I think the Perfect Horse is more like the one that I rode as a kid on a ranch, a horse that is less of a fantasy and more of a teacher and friend."
THIS IS ME!! Virgo/Libra. I do both of those... I daydream and I start to freak out if they change the way they talk, write, sit, breath, etc. I hate it because I always want to ask them what I did wrong, or how can I fix it. But I know they are going to say that everything is fine. I know it's not but that's what they are gong to say... IT SUCKS!
It may all look like nonstop caring for plants travels and hanging with cats over here (ok we do still do that a lot) but most days this is where you'll find the two of us. The long hours plate spinning ups and downs of running a small business being freelance and doing what you love is both challenging and rewarding in ways we couldn't have imagined. Our little oasis brings a positive and creative energy to our process helping us to stay grounded amongst the chaos and inspire us to be that…