“I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to ride, I even don’t want to go outside”.

Silence. A hug. A telepathic “I’m here”. A sigh. A Release.

Sipping on a coffee. Fidgeting with a stuffed toy. Being present with the energies. Being present with entanglements looping in the world beyond the five senses. Frequencies that cannot connect with each other. Allowing that to build up. Then…

A waterfall of speech. Two verbal languages mixed up in one sentence. A transrational way of using grammar and structure of sentences to match the first language, energy.

Detanglement of stuck energies, creating holes in a web. Creating a space between two worlds. Holding space for translating, shifting and converting. Facilitating that through. The cat doing his magic on the loose threads of the web. Stuffed toys flying through the air volunteering to make more holes in the invisible web. Noticing the energetic and bodily shifts. Tapping fingers in the spilled coffee. Again another waterfall of words defining that what’s in the space between two worlds.

Silence. The last threads floating to the ground.

The horses willingly contributing in the space between two worlds as if they were sitting at the kitchen table…