05/28/2026
This weekend, a rain-soaked hawk landed on the arena fence post at Bramblewood Stables and watched Kim work. The hawk was patient and still, and unbothered by the weather. It fluffed its wings out to dry.
It wasn't the first time the farm had sent Kim a message she wasn't expecting.
She writes about that hawk this week in her essay for Stable Roots — and about what's been happening to her dreams since moving to Lavender Hill, all the houses with rooms she didn't know she had and the sleep she's never been able to find before now.
This land has convinced her nervous system to finally let go.
At Bramblewood, we believe that working with horses asks something of the whole person — not just the rider, but the interior life they bring into the arena with them. Kim's writing this week goes deep into that territory with Carl Jung, the architecture of the unconscious, and the gold that's been inside us all along but too close to see in waking life.
It's a good piece to read (or listen Kim read to you) for anyone who has ever felt that horses know something about us that we don't yet know about ourselves.
Read this week's essay at Stable Roots. Link below.
