The horse who told me her name

Goddess Diaries, May 20, 2026:

Not only do I hear messages in the wind and from the trees, but the animals talk to me, too.

I can’t remember a time that I didn’t love animals. My favorite by far has always been horses and I was blessed to have them as part of my life since I was 5 years old. ( You can read more about my history with horses in Remembering Fred, Part 1 and Part 2). I loved to be with horses, brush them, talk to them, feed them, watch them, draw them, read about them, and write about them. If there was a horse involved, then I loved it. That went so far as to liking celebrities like Ronald Reagan simply because he loved horses!

After I lost Fred, I was so empty inside. She had been a dear friend and I loved her so much. I was heartbroken and had decided that I wasn’t going to try to find another horse for at least a year, since I wasn’t living at my farm where I could take care of them every day and also because I needed time to heal. How could one replace Fred? If I ever had another horse, she would have to be nothing like her. Completely different. Different breed, different energy, different presence. As though my heart was trying to protect itself from recognizing something familiar again.

I thought perhaps I would someday look for a Morgan or a Friesian, since they not only made beautiful riding horses, but wonderful driving horses as well. And I loved driving more than anything. There was something about it that felt timeless to me, like slipping into another world where life moved slower and the noise of the world disappeared for awhile.

The past few summers before I lost Fred, I had borrowed a sweet old Connemara gelding, Bogie, to go for long rides at sunset, because even though I loved driving, riding was still fun as long as it was slow and relaxing. Bogie was 31 and just the right horse for me to enjoy since I just wanted to go slow and relax. My friends who owned him often went riding with me and we solved all the world’s problems on those long rides down country roads and across open farm fields. A few months after I lost Fred, I went riding with them and they had two Morgan horses they were commissioned to sell so they took them out on the ride.

As we talked and I walked along on Bogie, the little bay mare in front of me suddenly reached back and grabbed hold of my heart. There’s no logical way to explain it. It wasn’t just a thought or an emotion exactly. It felt more like recognition as though something deep inside me knew her before I did. It was something so surprising and I felt it so strongly inside my chest that I couldn’t ignore it. I sat quietly with it there on Bogie, trying to understand what had just happened. And the little bay mare seemed to know I was watching her now. She wanted me to see that she was gentle, brave, willing, and filled with goodness.

A few weeks later, my friends told me that the little bay Morgan mare also was trained to drive and they had someone out to hook her up and check our her skills…..and that I should drive her. “It would be fun!” they said.

Well…..once I was in the cart with the little bay Morgan mare in front of me and we started off, my heart was filled with joy. I had missed driving so very much and so I decided to come out a few times a week and drive her. We enjoyed long walks down the country roads and along the open farm fields all the while my mind and my heart were processing and trying to come up with one good reason why I shouldn’t buy her.

It was nearing the end of the summer and the woman who owned her was about ready to go ahead and take her back home which made my mind spin even more; so much so that I couldn’t sleep all night trying to sort it out. I knew she was exactly what I was wanting….needing….in my life as I hadn’t really been without a horse since I was 5 years old, so being horse-less was such an empty feeling.

The next morning, I didn’t call, I just showed up at my friends’ house and gave them the news that I was going to buy her. They were so happy and so she called the owner right then. I got a little worried because she was a little on the fence about selling her so my friend did her best to tell her how much I loved her already and how much I would enjoy her and give her a good home. My heart was beating so fast and I was so afraid that I was on the verge of losing a wonderful horse that I almost had when she said, “All right. You can tell her she can take her.”

We did a little dance right there in the kitchen. Even remembering it today, almost 3 years later, makes me so very happy!

I had a horse! A beautiful Morgan horse who loved to drive! She looked almost exactly like Fred, except she was a Morgan not a Quarter Horse. Fred was a girl….and so was my new horse, Sally.

OMG! My best friend who I horsed around with was named Sally PLUS, that name didn’t fit her at all! I started to think about what to name her and at this point I don’t remember what some of my choices were, but a few days after she was mine, I walked out to her paddock thinking about what her name would be and I heard it as plain as day. She said, “Remy.”

Who can argue with a horse that knows her own name?! So….I loved it so much and thought that it was perfect. On the drive home, I kept thinking about the name and felt compelled to look up its meaning.

When I asked Siri and she said the name Remy was connected to the word “remedy” as a “cure” I cried the whole drive home. It felt as though Fred had reached across the veil and placed a healing balm directly into my life exactly when I needed it most.

The more moments of connection and vision I experience, the more I remember that the world is always speaking to us.….through the wind in the trees….through the animals who walk beside us….through the quiet pull in our hearts that defies logic and yet somehow knows. So many people dismiss these moments because they can’t explain them with the rational mind, but some things are meant to be felt before they are understood fully or explained.

If you have ever felt those moments of knowing…those whispers from nature…those unexplainable connections with animals or the unseen world…you’re not imagining it. Learning to trust those inner knowings has changed my life completely. It opened the door to a deeper relationship with nature, with animals, with Spirit, and with myself.

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I believe many of us have simply forgotten how to listen…and perhaps we are finally being called to remember that nature is alive with wisdom; that animals speak in the language of energy, feeling, and knowing; that intuition is not imagination, but an ancient part of ourselves waiting to be trusted again.

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The Path to Remembering….

Day 1 — The Return: Coming home to your Self
You arrive. You breathe. You begin to feel your Self again, perhaps for the first time in a long time.

Day 2 — Remembering Joy: Connecting with inner wisdom through the body
Joy is not frivolous, it's a portal. Today you remember it as one of your greatest intuitive gifts that lives in your body.

Day 3 — Into the Cave: Your inner knowing and imagination
You descend into the sacred stillness of your inner sanctuary — where a pool reflects back not what the world sees, but what your soul knows.

Day 4 — Listening to the Trees: Cultivating intuition through nature & the elements
You carry a question into the living, breathing forest and discover that nature has always been speaking to you. Today… you hear it.

Day 5 — Written in the Stars: Past lives and soul experiences
Your soul is ancient and eternal. Tonight beneath the stars you touch a past life or soul memory that carries a gift — and a healing — for the life you are living now.

Day 6 — Embracing Ritual for Spiritual Connection
Ritual is not ceremony for ceremony's sake — it's a portal to transformation. Today you remember that you've always known how to work with the sacred.

Day 7 — The Temple of Reflection
You arrive at the inner sanctuary — the sacred temple where only the high priestesses could enter. You look into the pool and see yourself, fully remembered, fully honored, still full of mystery, and you speak your consecration aloud.

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