I created Equine Notion as a path of self-growth through horses—without riding, training, or control. Through observation of a free-roaming herd and natural order, I share practical insights on trust, calm, and coexistence. Based in the Netherlands.
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Hook What does "home" signify to a horse when no physical boundary demands it? Living without fences invites us toward a seductive narrative: the horse remains, therefore the horse believes in us. Yet remaining can be far subtler than that—less a pronouncement, more a quiet daily choice
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Hook At dawn, the juxtaposition strikes with an almost unsettling clarity. The horses roam across the expanse, navigating their own possibilities—moving between forage, gravitating toward native plants, deciding where to rest. Meanwhile, our dwelling sits enclosed by a boundary that creates the curious impression that we are the creatures
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Hook I have lingered at the boundary of a pasture, observing horses navigate their own hours—muzzles lowered, wandering from one grazing spot to another, setting their own tempo without reference to any schedule. In such a moment, the perennial question—straw or shavings—never even surfaces. Not because respiratory
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Hook Among the most peculiar truths about a horse's form is how silently it transforms. Not through catastrophe. Not through an abrupt wound. Simply through days that mirror one another. A horse confined to a cramped enclosure need not exert itself. A handful of paces. A few rotations.
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Hook One evening, a horse startled at something I could never identify. There was no collision, no spectacle—only a swift raising of the head, a tension rippling through the frame, and then the gentlest withdrawal. What lingered with me was not the fright itself. It was everything that unfolded
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Hook The most peculiar aspect of our property has nothing to do with where the horses reside. It concerns what we choose to do. Conventionally, horses find themselves restricted to cramped enclosures. On our land, we've granted them access to nearly everything—to such an extent that an
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Hook What truly shifts in a pasture the moment we declare, "Now it's official"? And what remains utterly unchanged—because it never sought our approval to begin with? Here lies the quiet friction at the heart of the contemporary horse–human bond: our hunger for verification,
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Hook Something uniquely quiet settles into the air when a blanket is retrieved. It's not that the horse is behaving dramatically—more often than not, they stand unremarkably—but the human hand is poised to make a choice whose consequences may linger for days. A blanket does more
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Hook The awareness arrives most clearly in moments of stillness. No lead rope in hand. No agenda. No objective waiting to be fulfilled. I enter the territory the horses call their own, and something in my body responds before thought can catch up. My breath seems to deepen and lengthen.
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Hook What compels an entire herd to surge forward in unison—absent any signal, any command, any blueprint we might identify? In one breath the pasture stands unremarkable. In the next, it transforms into a singular trajectory. Collective running may appear as exuberance, as liberation, or as something that simply
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Hook It becomes most visible in moments of apparent stillness. A horse meanders from one scattering of hay to the next, hesitates, drops its head, gathers a few bites, then ambles forward once more—unrushed, unbidden. No exercise session. No agenda. Simply modest steps threaded throughout the hours. Such unremarkable
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===HTML_START=== Hook I once witnessed a fleeting exchange that revealed more about the meaning of "home" than any building ever could: two horses approached the same feeding spot, and one hesitated for half a breath, rotated an ear, shifted their stance, and quietly allowed the other to