The Herd
Find your people. The ones who move at your pace, show up without being asked, and make every field feel a little less vast. When you find them — you'll know.
Everyone needs their people.
They come toward you together — a beautiful mix of cream and gold and warm chestnut, every face distinct, every personality quietly announcing itself in the way they carry their heads and hold their ground and move through the long grass with that easy, collective confidence of a group that simply belongs together. Different in every way. Completely united in every way that matters.
Find your herd — your community, built on simply showing up for each other. These ladies know who is who. They know the order of things. They look out for one another in the quiet, practical way of those who understand that the world is easier — and better — when you don't face it alone.
Finding your herd is one of the great gifts of a life well lived. The ones who move at your pace. Who show up without being asked. Who make the field feel smaller and the sky feel bigger just by being in it with you. Who don't require you to be anything other than exactly who you are — and who, on the hard days, simply move a little closer without needing to be told why.
Not everyone is your herd. But when you find them — when those faces turn toward you with that open, unhurried recognition — you will know.