The horse came to me as a vision of arrival. Not rushing. Not resisting. Just standing in golden light, breathing with the world. Around him flew a bee and hummingbirds — delicate, ancient, sacred. They carried messages I didn’t hear, but deeply felt.

Fleeting Freedom was born from one of those moments. A black horse emerged in my vision, not galloping, but gliding — as if running through a prayer. Her mane moved like water, her hooves barely touched the earth, and around her danced hummingbirds.