08/06/2025
Love thisā¦Gulliver did this for me! He was my first mustang, and first horse i ever trained.
To the horse whoās lived through every version of me
āYou stood by me before I knew who I was.
Before I had the timing, the feel, the understanding. Before I knew how to speak to you in a way that made sense to you, and long before I knew how to listen.
You felt every phase of me.
The eager beginner.
The perfectionist.
The one who tried too hard,
and the one who didnāt try hard enough.
You learned to interpret what I meant when I didnāt say it clearly. You held space for my missteps, and gave me the chance to rewrite the story each time I came back with more clarity, more kindness and more understanding.
You didnāt walk away when I was still learning how to show up.
You didnāt shut down or told me off
when I was still figuring out how to open up and find better ways. You offered grace when I hadnāt earned it.
You met me in the mess.
And you grew with me, anyway.
I softened and listened deeper, because of you. You taught me that softness isnāt a flaw. That a real reciprocal partnership doesnāt come from control, but from trust, built slowly, in the quiet moments when neither of us had anything to prove. And all the other lessons you tucked gently into the spaces between heartbeats, the ones Iām still uncovering, even now.
Some of these lessons didnāt finish teaching when the moment ended, they unfold over time, revealing more each time I return to them with new eyes.
You shaped the best parts of me and I will carry that gift for the rest of my life.
To the horse who walked beside me through every version of who I was, thank you. You didnāt just change my horsemanship skills,
You changed meā
-Julia Williamson, The Horse Center, 2025
Photo credit-Tina Thompson