Episode Details

This week in Stable Roots, a rug becomes much more than a rug.

As I begin clearing out the room where my father died, I unknowingly prepare my heart for the loss of a dear friend. A conversation over Middle Eastern food, a horse covered in mysterious welts beneath the moonlight, and an old hospice nurse's wisdom all converge into a single realization: we almost never understand the purpose of our ordinary moments until they're behind us.

This week's essay is about grief, timing, horses, and the unrelated threads that stitch our life together.

In this episode:

- Why one room in our farmhouse is called The Mourning Room

- The surprising connection between Turkish rugs, asymmetrical music, and the rhythm of riding horses

- What Bentley's midnight medical mystery taught me about paying attention

- The intersection of faith, science, and the mysteries don't fit neatly in a box.

- Why the horses may understand rest better than we do

I hope this story feels like coming home.

Thank you for listening and for walking this journey alongside me.

🌿 About Stable Roots

Stable Roots is my weekly collection of essays from Lavender Hill, where the horses, the land, and farm life reveal extraordinary truths about being human.

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Love,

Kim