East of the Sun, West of the Moon

Sharing my love of folklore, mythology, fantasy, literature, music, art history, medieval studies, prehistory, shamanism, animals, and nature. I am forever longing for the lands of the North...the lakes, the forests, the midnight sun, and the lights that flicker in the dark winter sky.

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pepilurose:

unbridled beauty

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fuckyeahbaroquehorses:

I believe that my passion for the Spanish Andalusian is largely due to his noble expression. There is simply nothing like it.
Andalu III by Kvetina-Marie.

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heycarrots:

I’ve decided I want to start riding, again. Something died inside of me when I stopped nearly two decades ago. I want that back … part of the little girl who had so much wonder and loved adventure. Who is this shy careful woman she has become? I don’t like her too much, at times.

This is how I feel every day. I miss having a horse. Living between trail rides snatched whenever I have the money or time….its just not the same. Horses continue to haunt my dreams, but I’d rather have them in my daily life again.

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