"We horses remember. The wild ones you spent time with saw your pure hearts and the intense longing for the wild, even if all of you did not know that is what you are longing for."

I thought about the lion sometimes as I walked around camp. It felt strangely communal. I was sharing space with the lion. Sacred space.

I was so moved when I watched that horse roll. I understood that the horse simply wanted to roll, a completely normal thing for a horse, and the horse felt safe enough in that moment to do so. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of a belonging as I watched the horse roll and as we stood there with all of them. All of us together at the watering hole. Hanging out together. The same horses we shared lunch with yesterday. I felt a sense of community with these wild horses.