Have you ever heard a whisper that seemed significant and stopped you in your tracks?
My Granddad raised thoroughbred horses on a hobby farm in Langley, British Columbia where I spent countless childhood hours roaming the fields and exploring the never-ending hallways of the old barn.
I didn’t know it then but during this exposure the horses were softly whispering to me. I recall feeling all of curious, intrigued, intimidated and fearful towards the horses. When Granddad passed on we sold the farm and I lost only the physical connection to the horses.