Hipica Internacional

14/04/2026

First time I have ever seen Poppies and grass in the Hipica paddock.
Thank you rain 🙏

28/01/2026

We all know ponies are clever at escaping from their boxes but padlocking them in and not leaving a key is animal abuse at its worst !
Imagine if there was a fire with the box opposite head height in muck 😱

27/01/2026

Would you allow your horse to be in this paddock with dangerous nails and poison plants along the fence line ?

24/01/2026

Is anyone still in touch with the founder of Hipica Internacional
Christal Walker Porteous ?

06/01/2026

Get set for February 17th when
The year of The fire Horse commences.

This is how 2025 ends — not with rebirth, but with self-consumption.

We are still in the Year of the Snake.
The Fire Horse does not begin until February 17, 2026.

And what you’re feeling right now is not the new era.
It’s the Snake finishing its work.

For most of 2025, transformation happened through shedding. Quietly. Strategically. You outgrew identities. You tolerated less. You became more discerning. That phase required intelligence, restraint, and survival awareness.

But this final stretch of 2025 is different.

There is nothing left to shed.

So the energy turns inward.

The Snake begins to consume itself.

This is why old coping strategies are now hurting instead of helping. Why overthinking feels violent instead of useful. Why avoidance creates pressure instead of relief. Why insight no longer liberates — it paralyzes. Why the same habits, relationships, or thought patterns suddenly feel unbearable.

Examples you might recognize:
• You can’t “talk yourself through” situations anymore — the words feel fake.
• You try to distract, numb, scroll, or stay busy, and it only amplifies the discomfort.
• Relationships you once managed through patience or silence now feel corrosive.
• Your own intelligence turns against you — you see too much to keep pretending.

This isn’t self-destruction because you’re broken.
It’s system failure by design.

The Snake archetype survives through strategy, concealment, and endurance. But Fire Horse energy cannot be entered with Snake survival logic still running. Speed cannot follow suppression. Courage cannot follow avoidance. Momentum cannot follow concealment.

So 2025 closes by burning off what can’t cross the threshold.

Not gently.
Not kindly.
Not comfortably.

What feels like collapse is the final detox. The psyche refuses to carry what’s obsolete into the next cycle. Anything maintained by cleverness alone, by endurance alone, by silence alone — begins to implode.

This is not the Fire Horse yet.
This is the purge before ignition.

If it feels like you’re sabotaging your own illusions, that’s because you are — and you’re supposed to. The Snake is done being clever. It’s done adapting. It’s done surviving.

What survives this phase is real.
What doesn’t was never meant to go forward.

The year may have changed but the cycle hasn’t.
It’s asking you to finish honestly.

The fire horse comes later.
First, the poison has to burn out.

23/12/2025

Old skins shed.
Lessons learned.
The path ahead is moving again. 🐎💫

20/12/2025

Sally with her first pony Idle Gossip

20/12/2025

The Horse Who Remembers the Wind

He was born from running,
before fences learned their names.
The wind braided his mane
with songs older than roads,
older than fear.

Gold lives in his skin—
not as wealth,
but as memory pressed into muscle.
Each spiral carries a season,
each line a journey never lost.

He listens with his hooves,
feels the earth speak
through dust and stone.
The land does not command him;
it recognizes him.

Once, he carried people
when words were not enough.
Once, he carried prayers
when voices broke.
He still carries both.

His eye holds distance and return,
departure and home
sharing the same breath.
To follow him
is not to escape—
it is to remember
how to belong.

When he runs,
the ancestors run with him.
When he stands still,
the world finally understands
what freedom looks like.

30/11/2025

FINA ❤️

Sometimes love is so powerful that even after a final breath, it stays close…

This image isn’t just about goodbye.
It’s the story of two hearts that shared a lifetime —
of a horse who trusted without words,
and a person for whom he was more than a friend —
he was strength, freedom, and a piece of her soul.

As his body grows still, his spirit rises — light, bright, and free like the wind.
He feels no pain now.
No fear.
He runs again, in a place where the grass is soft and the sky is always open.

But she… she still feels the weight of the loss.
Her hands tremble, her tears fall onto his warm coat,
and her heart breaks at the thought of letting him go.

Yet the truth is this: bonds like theirs never truly end.
A horse who loved never really leaves.
He remains in every memory,
in every path they walked together,
in quiet mornings when she remembers how he touched her cheek with warm breath.

He is still near.
In every whisper of wind brushing her hair.
In every sunbeam breaking through the clouds.
In every heartbeat that still remembers the rhythm of his hooves.

Love does not die.
It simply changes shape —
into a gentle shadow, a cherished memory,
a quiet “I’m still with you” that comes exactly when she needs it most. ❤️🐴

27/11/2025

Eventually what is not on your level of energy will dissipate.
If people with a low vibration of energy want to harm you, ignore them because they do not exist at your level 🙏
They will reap what they sow