Relatively Stable

<p>You're Not Lost, You're Just Relocating</p><p>We’ve been taught that running is a sign of weakness, a character flaw, or a symptom of fear. But if we look at the architecture of the horse, we see a different story. A...

<p>Bearing Witness — What It Means to Be Seen, to See Others, and to See Yourself</p><p>This week in Stable Roots, Kim Carter writes about witnessing — what it truly means to be present for someone, and how our instinct...

<p>The world is talking. It has always been talking. We are the only species that decided, somewhere along the way, to stop transmitting.</p><p>This week's episode is the second in the Invisible Altar series — and it...

<p>A few weeks before our cat Indigo was diagnosed with FIP, she started purring constantly.</p><p>Every night, pressed against me, making biscuits on the duvet. I thought she was finally at peace after the hardest year...

<p>The Nutrients of Disruption</p><p>When we arrived at the new farm, I thought my first responsibility would be to maintain the tidy lawns and pastures that had been carefully tended for generations. My plan was...

<p>The Elephant in the Room</p><p>In this episode, I read a new essay from Stable Roots written in response to an anonymous letter that arrived at our farm.</p><p>The letter accused me of harming my horses, misusing...

<p>That Time I Bought a Cat (And Then Purchased Another)</p><p>In this week’s episode, I’m reading my latest Stable Roots essay — a piece about cats, yes, but also about grief, land, financial contraction, hospice care...

<p>In this voiceover essay, I trace the long arc from cleaning stalls in the Dark Corner of the Blue Ridge Mountains to stewarding a farm, leading a community, and finally turning toward the book I have been circling...

<p>Cultivating Empathy</p><p>In a world that tries to drain it out of you</p><p>In this reading of my weekly, Stable Roots, essay, I explore what empathy actually is — and what it isn’t.</p><p>We hear the word...

<p>In this essay, I write from the days surrounding my father’s death and our first quiet Christmas at Lavender Hill Farm. What I expected to be rest turned into a confrontation with how my body and mind responded after...

<p>Keeping Vigil</p><p>At the threshold of the Fire Horse</p><p>This piece was written in the slowed time of dying and published at the turning of the year. It traces what happens when clocks stop mattering, when...

<p>The Practice: How repetition, devotion, and the oldest meaning of the word keep us rooted in an unpredictable world</p><p>This week’s essay is an exploration that began with the idea of creative routines and ended...

<p>Cats in the Walls</p><p>Inherited ghosts, holiday garland, and being ambushed by forgiveness</p><p>This week’s essay didn’t go where I expected it to go. I sat down to talk about shadow work with horses, and instead...

<p>A Beginner's Guide to Shadow Work</p><p>This week, I’m taking you into the barn aisle at Lavender Hill -- into the fog, the quiet, and the shifting inner landscape we all carry. We talk a lot about showing up for our...

<p>Flagged, Stolen, and Still Not Silenced</p><p>This week’s essay weaves together two moments, years apart, when something I relied on to hold my words was taken from me: a stolen teenage journal and, more recently, an...