It is between these two ears and arrow straight ahead off into the soft, mossy, greens that I see Carefree. It is also with the four beats of the hooves softly striking the forests’ ground that I hear Peace. The scent of the horses perfume marry with the conifers and ferny browns of the Earth and that smells like Home. Sitting astride an equine friend who allows you to be there tastes like Heaven. This place is my souls elixir.