The Prince George Horse Society

06/09/2026

06/07/2026

THE WILD WITHIN
There is a wild horse
Within each of us -
Untamed, unbroken,
Born of stardust
And storms.
We spend years
Trying to bridle it
With logic,
Taming it
With polite smiles
And measured plans.
We call its gallop need,
Its whinny weakness,
Its restless pacing anxiety -
Just names we whisper
To make its freedom
Feel wrong.
But the wild horse knows.
It knows when the room is too small
For your dreams to stretch.
It knows when your truth
Is galloping against the walls
Of your mouth.
It knows when you choose
Safety over self,
Silence over song,
Routine over the rush
Of wind through your soul.
And when the mind grips tighter,
The horse rears.
It bucks in your bones,
It bruises your breath.
It screams
In the language of panic attacks,
Exhaustion,
And unnamed grief.
But this isn’t rebellion -
It’s a rescue.
The wild horse
Doesn’t want your ruin.
It wants your ride.
It wants the horizon
And the heartbeat
And the heaving chest
Of one who finally
Let go.
To know this horse
Is to surrender
The illusion of control
And open
The stable doors
Of your being.
Let it run,
Let it fly,
Let it shake the dust
Off your stillness.
For this is not chaos -
It is life itself,
And whether you live
Or merely survive
Is no longer the mind’s decision -
It is the wild horse’s
Rightful choice.
And she
Has already chosen
To run free.
Heather Lea

THE WILD WITHIN

There is a wild horse
Within each of us -
Untamed, unbroken,
Born of stardust
And storms.

We spend years
Trying to bridle it
With logic,
Taming it
With polite smiles
And measured plans.
We call its gallop need,
Its whinny weakness,
Its restless pacing anxiety -
Just names we whisper
To make its freedom
Feel wrong.

But the wild horse knows.

It knows when the room is too small
For your dreams to stretch.
It knows when your truth
Is galloping against the walls
Of your mouth.
It knows when you choose
Safety over self,
Silence over song,
Routine over the rush
Of wind through your soul.

And when the mind grips tighter,
The horse rears.
It bucks in your bones,
It bruises your breath.
It screams
In the language of panic attacks,
Exhaustion,
And unnamed grief.

But this isn’t rebellion -
It’s a rescue.

The wild horse
Doesn’t want your ruin.
It wants your ride.
It wants the horizon
And the heartbeat
And the heaving chest
Of one who finally
Let go.

To know this horse
Is to surrender
The illusion of control
And open
The stable doors
Of your being.

Let it run,
Let it fly,
Let it shake the dust
Off your stillness.

For this is not chaos -
It is life itself,
And whether you live
Or merely survive
Is no longer the mind’s decision -
It is the wild horse’s
Rightful choice.

And she
Has already chosen
To run free.

Heather Lea

06/06/2026

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Where the Horse Keeps Her Sorrows

The white horse came to her
on a quiet moon night,
when the rivers were sleeping
and even the wind spoke softly.

He lowered his head beside her
as if he already knew
the weight she carried inside.

“Why do you walk
with so much sadness in your spirit?”
the horse asked.

The girl touched his silver mane
and answered:

“Because I have loved deeply.
Because I have lost things
I cannot call back.”

The horse stood silent for a long while.

Then he said,

“The earth loses the leaves every autumn,
yet spring still returns.
The moon disappears,
yet she always finds her way back to the sky.”

The girl closed her eyes,
listening.

His breath was warm as cedar smoke.
His heartbeat sounded
like distant drums beneath the mountains.

“My people once believed,”
the horse whispered,
“that sorrow is not meant
to be carried forever.
You must place some of it
into the hands of the earth.”

So she leaned her forehead against his,
and little by little,
her grief flowed out
like rain returning to the soil.

The stars watched quietly.

And before dawn arrived,
the horse spoke once more:

“You are not alone, daughter of the earth.
Even wounded spirits
still deserve to run free.”

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

06/06/2026

A Letter From Your Horse

Dear Human,

I don’t understand the details of your day, but I notice how it sits on you. I read your tension the way humans read words. So when you arrive, I take in the shape of your breathing, the pace of your steps, and the way you carry your weight.

Sometimes you come to me holding more than you realise. Your shoulders lift. Your movements tighten. Your mind races ahead of your body. When that happens, I slow down. I might stand quietly or graze nearby. That isn’t distance. It is my way of giving you space to settle without pressure.

When you let out a breath, even a small one, I often let one out too. When you pause, I feel the whole environment soften. When you steady your hands or drop your shoulders, my body responds. This is not me fixing you. It is simply what herd animals do. We match what is safe and predictable.

You never need to hide how you feel around me. You don’t need to be brave or upbeat or “sorted.” I am not keeping score. I’m only looking for cues that tell me you are present, that you see me, that your attention is here rather than pulled away by something invisible.

When you offer that, even gently, I relax. And in that moment, there is a shared ease. Quiet, ordinary, but real.

So when you walk towards me carrying the heaviness of being human, remember this:

I respond to the moment, not the mistakes. I don’t hold your past against you, and I don’t expect you to arrive perfect. I only need you to arrive.

Yours,
The Horse Who Stands With You

06/05/2026

Progress does not always look peaceful 🐴💛

Sometimes it looks like trying again after a wobble.

Sometimes it looks like learning something the hard way.

Sometimes it looks like needing more time than you thought you would.

Sometimes it looks like going backwards before your brain and body feel safe enough to move forwards again 🌱

In trauma-informed work, we have to be really careful not to measure progress only by what looks neat from the outside.

A young person who speaks less one week is not be “going backwards” 🫶

A client who needs the same activity repeated is not “stuck” 🔁

A child who struggles after doing well is not be “attention-seeking” or “not trying” 💛

They may be processing.
They may be testing safety.
They may be tired.
They may be learning that connection does not disappear when things get difficult.

Horses remind us of this beautifully 🐴✨

Some days, the relationship feels soft and easy.

Other days, there is hesitation, tension, uncertainty, or a very firm “no thank you” from the pony department 😂🐴

That does not mean the work has failed.

It means we slow down.
We listen more carefully.
We stop forcing the finish line.
We notice the tiny changes 🌿

The quieter breath.
The softer shoulders.
The moment they come back after walking away.
The first time they ask for help.
The first time they say, “I don’t know,” instead of pretending they are fine.

That is progress too 💛

At Equimotional, we believe growth should be measured with curiosity, not judgement.

Because healing is rarely tidy.

And honestly, neither are horses 🐴😂

06/05/2026

Horses are like sunshine and medicine to your soul. ☀️🐴🥰

06/03/2026

The teenage suspect Emily Grace facing multiple felony charges after three horses were intentionally injured over the weekend should be tried as an adult, according to a recommendation from the District Attorney's Office.
"These allegations involved deliberate acts of extreme cruelty against defenseless animals and have had a significant impact on the victims, the owners, and the broader equestrian community," said Clark County District Attorney Steve Wolfson. "Animal abuse cases are taken extremely seriously by our office. Nevada law allows certain juvenile offenders to be prosecuted as adults when warranted by the seriousness of the conduct. We believe this case meets that standard."

The teenage suspect Emily Grace facing multiple felony charges after three horses were intentionally injured over the weekend should be tried as an adult, according to a recommendation from the District Attorney's Office.

"These allegations involved deliberate acts of extreme cruelty against defenseless animals and have had a significant impact on the victims, the owners, and the broader equestrian community," said Clark County District Attorney Steve Wolfson. "Animal abuse cases are taken extremely seriously by our office. Nevada law allows certain juvenile offenders to be prosecuted as adults when warranted by the seriousness of the conduct. We believe this case meets that standard."

06/02/2026

Harrowing
Just a heads up for any drop-in riders.
Our tractor is out for repair and our footing hasn't been harrowed since yesterday morning June 1st.
It will not be back until later on tomorrow afternoon (Wednesday)
We apologize for any inconvenience.