The Essence That Remains

This morning, I held space for a little one as they took their final breath. Another soul slipping through the veil, leaving behind a presence that lingers in ways I can’t fully explain. It’s not the first time I’ve done this. Living on a barn, I’ve been witness to many transitions—each one different, each one sacred.

Over the years, I have held space for so many—cats, kittens, rats, hamsters, rabbits, birds, pigeons, a raccoon, my own cats, dogs and even my horses. Their bodies may rest here on this land, but their presence is still felt. This land has become sacred, holding not just their remains but their energy, their essence.

Some say animals don’t have souls. But how could something so full of life, love, and energy just disappear? I don’t believe their essence is lost. I don’t believe they simply cease to be. I feel them. In the quiet. In the way the wind moves. In the moments of stillness where I know, without a doubt, that they were here—and that they still are, in some way I can’t quite name.

Maybe their essence is a bridge, something that exists between their physical form and their spirit form. Maybe it’s a presence that doesn’t fit into words but is deeply felt by the heart. Whatever it is, I know we all come from the same place. We’re all created from the same divine source—just different expressions of it.

And I know I’m not imagining it when Cleo and Chinook, my two beloved horses, along with Bliss and Star, show up—sometimes during sessions, sometimes in meditation circles. They remind me that the connection never truly ends.

To all the souls I have held in their final moments, to all those who have known love and connection in this lifetime—I honor you. Your essence remains.

R.I.P. Billy Joel (the cat)

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