As we went along in the vision, I heard an eagle cry overhead, and I looked up, and spinning down towards me, floated a feather. It was a gift from the eagle. I suddenly knew and saw in my mind’s eye what to paint for Cutter. It was a medicine wheel.
The Inspiration of Promise
In the miracle of birthHe unfolded from the mareCompact as a wet butterfly emerging from its cocoon.His first instinctive thought – to stand! ~ Kim McElroy Witnessing the Birth of a Foal At 11 pm one night in the Spring of 1988, my friend Saradel called. I had been expecting her call, and now she was breathless on the phone as she said quickly, “If you want to watch, she just laid down. You ...[Read More]