Author: Emma

Fire Horse

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The year of the “Fire Horse” happens about every 60 years. 2026 is the year of the Horse. If you were born in 1906, 1918, 1930, 1942, 1954, 1966, 1978, 1990, 2002, 2014 and 2026 this is your year. But it is also a Fire year. Next year is also a Fire year and the animal next year being the Goat. This is considered the “Red Horse and Red Goat Calamity” which will go on from February 17, 2026 to January 25, 2028. The last time this happened was 1966-1967. What happened in those two years for you if you were alive then, do you remember?

I love Astrology and being a fire sign myself, when I realized this was the year of the Horse but also the Fire Horse, it was a bit of an “aha” moment. Certain things really started to make more sense and as I began to research about this particular two year “calamity” that is upon us, I started to get really excited. Before I knew about the Fire Horse year, I could already sense something within my own fiery passion this year that was a little different. Can’t quite put my finger on this exactly. But it was something like, less hesitation towards things that were directly being controlled by my fire and also a comfort in trusting the way that that fire was burning now. The flames had changed. Choosing truth over safety felt a bit better. Something inside me is brighter right now. The existing flames that govern my life are blazing harder and with more intensity but also in a controlled, confident and easy to manage sort of way.

Fire is energy, passion, enthusiasm, movement and when combined with the energy of the horse, watch out because that energy is amplified to an almost chaotic place. I don’t know about you but I have felt even more on fire since the beginning of this year. This is not a quiet year. This is momentum and ignition. This year is decisive movement. The Fire Horse year is really quite beautiful. We are less tolerant of what drains us, more focused on movement than processing and something inside us feels sharper, more honest and clicked into place.

When you befriend the energies within you and understand how they function in every moment and when you let them speak and listen carefully and don’t apologize for the direction they are taking you, and when you trust in those energies however they may have shifted or grown, the Universe answers. The external energy combining with our internal producing an invisible alignment that is felt and unseen, hard to explain, but so full of force. Something is building.

Fire Horse energy does not wait for permission it rewards boldness and trusting in the self. “If you have been preparing, this year will feel like acceleration. The Fire Horse brings sudden opportunity, fast pivots, passion reignited, courage tested and visibility increased. It exposes where you are playing small. It amplifies where you are already aligned. This is not chaotic fire it is directional fire. The people who win in a Fire Horse year are the ones who move when the door opens instead of overthinking whether they deserve to walk through it. You are either pulled forward by momentum, or pushed forward by pressure. If you have felt the shift building, it’s not random. The frequency has changed.”

I found that description online somewhere and to everyone who needed to read that today, I hope it has given you some juice and some clarity. There’s so much about this fiery year that’s in store for all of us, I can feel it, it’s going to be intense and full of freedom. It’s going to be sensitive and powerful with lots of profound inner change. I already feel things changing and it just started. Damn that Fire Horse works fast, super sonic speed.

I found an amazing summary online by someone who really knows Chinese Astrological intricacies and instead of me paraphrasing, I’m going to share his words directly because they deserve to be read by more people, especially my people, you reading this, you are my people! So here they are. I know you’re smiling right now. As I type this I can feel your energy and the way that the Fire Horse is impacting you too. There are so many people that I care about who are on my mind and in my thoughts as I think about the next two years and what the Fire Horse will bring for you all. Aren’t you glad I started a Blog? Now you don’t need to go anywhere else for wisdom. I got you. Yes…YOU.  

“Fire is that which creates the center – earth. Fire always has a choice. It can harmonize around the center that has already been created. Or, it can reforge that center. So that is what we are doing here if we make that choice.

We all have a center within ourselves. And there are the centers of those things we are a part of. Our families, our communities, our friends, our countries. All of these will feel the heat.

Within ourselves, if we are good at taking responsibility for alignment with our own center – that in which we find our true self – then we can do amazing work.

Many of us need to do this work by making external changes. What we create on the outside gives answer to what we feel on the inside. And becomes a mirror for us to see within ourselves from. A reflection.

And what we create on the outside is going to be a part of the fire that is reshaping the centers of our families and our communities and our countries. So it is very important that we choose to be in good alignment with the lessons this inner fire brings us, so that the center we choose to create is a center that is able to be true for all of us. For we are all connected and our truths fit like puzzle pieces into the inner truths of others.

When there is division between us, it is a sign that our truths are not in alignment with each other. Like a bunch of pieces of metal scraps before they go into the forge to be melted down. That is what these years bring us. The heat to melt away our divisions, allowing us to be reforged as one again.”

Isn’t that beautiful? Thank you to the individual who produced this wonderfully detailed analysis. It was an important read for me today. I think Fire years tend to be more dramatic, fast moving and action oriented collectively and I’m definitely feeling the pace now.

February 17th marked the beginning. Did you feel it yesterday? Today? I sure did, what a shift. Now that you know this about this year, I hope you find your own perfect ways to harness this energy and this fire. Will you walk beside it or keep adding kindling to maintain it? Do you want to watch the horse cross the finish line standing in the bleachers cheering loudly or are you riding the horse, racing towards the finish line, wind blowing, gripped reins, breathing heavily, speed underneath you, freedom in your heart, passion in your soul. You get to choose. The fire is here to stay for two years. Use it in positive ways. Let it rage. Let it burn.

Blaze on beautiful souls!

Home

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When we first met you told me that I had reached my final destination. I felt it with every breath I took looking at you, inhaling you, touching you and listening to you. Being silent with you. Walking with you. 

You carried me away to a wonderful place of exploration and I never imagined I could feel what it is that I do for you. You still light me up, cool me down, wrap me up and sing to me such a sweet, sweet song. 

As the years have gone by I’ve needed you more in different ways, and in each way I needed you, like magic you gave it. You’ve kept showing up in exactly the right ways, like you had the secret formula of what to do every time I needed to be held just enough so that my mind and my heart could remain free, but also protected and nourished. Nourished is a great word to describe how I feel with you in my life. I feel fed in all the ways a human spirit can be fed and you do so without asking anything in return. Except, I love giving to you maybe more than you do to me but you don’t know that. You just want to give, I just want to give, and our dance is so special. Thirsty for reciprocation and it’s quenching because we know what we can do for each other and how to hit the spot, the bullseye, every time. We just know, minimal discussion, it’s an easy alignment. 

When we are in sync, which is pretty much all the time, it’s thrilling, the way we beam because of one another, it feels unique. I wonder who before me it was that held the space that I now occupy. Could they do what I do? Was anyone able to do it quite like me? Before you, there were exciting moments and pleasurable times with others, but nothing like this. This makes too much sense it’s scary. 

That secret little spot that I have, where I go when I need to cry and really think and process, I love the way you give me shelter when we are there together. You sit with me and listen and you always know the right things to say to make the tears flow harder and to then sweep them away. You give me my alone time, my much needed space and then, as if you’re inside my head carefully listening for when I say, “ok, come get me,” you quietly and gently appear with softness and warmth and that irresistible smile. That smile. The lines on your face, the creases, the pigments to your flesh, the tones you wear perfectly that flutter my senses higher than sky. The glaze in your eyes that pierce through every layer of longing inside me and stir the flowing potions in my veins. How do you know? How do I know? Because we’ve been doing this for centuries. 

You didn’t know I was coming and I had no idea that you were a part of my answer. We’ve always been sailing together on the same ship though. You are growing me and I’m growing you too. Our healing powers like thunder and lightning, bold sound and fearless light ricocheting off one another balancing the decibels and signals to perfection. 

Remember that time we were sitting on the rock in my other favourite spot? It was raining. You had a broken wing and were tired from such a long flight, trying to fly injured. You were reflecting on things and then you said to me after a long silence, “The moment you elevate who you are, what you have is forced to catch up. You’re not stuck, you’re under construction. Change who you are and what you have cannot stay the same.” 

I have changed and what I have now is greater and more important and more valuable than anything I could have understood before. Pain stays only long enough to get you to that next place. Nothing happens in a state of resistance. I remember thinking that day sitting there in the rain with you how distinct and precious you are. You said to me then that I was among the rarest you had ever seen and felt. 

Love stories exist in many forms. Some we can’t see or hear or touch. Those within the energetic vibrations of the Earth. It’s not just from human to human, but from element to person, animal to animal, water to tree, wind to dirt, human to rain, love is intertwined with every life form around us, breathing or not. Love can be found and cherished in whatever way we choose. 

I feel so much love from you that with each breath, I inhale comfort and stability into my soul and it fills my lungs with oxygen that’s supercharged with extra molecules. When I exhale, you absorb my wisdom and you’ve shown me time and time again how it’s helped to change you too and how my presence in your life has gifted you in countless ways. I feel needed and adored.

Before I met you I didn’t know something like this was possible and maybe i’m crazy to be in love so strongly here like this, but that’s fine. I no longer have walls. I am strong and sure. The love I pass to you everyday and receive back has created an unexpected soothing partnership that I wouldn’t trade. I gave myself to you knowing this was going to be an amazing ride and it sure has. Thank you for being there for me and for watching over me. I am still in love with every part of you. You are my home. 

Losing and Loving

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“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

There was once a family with a dog and a cat, a small-ish backyard (with so much dog poop in it, just never ended) and a basketball net and there were gatherings around a big antique dining table eating lovely meals, the four of us, sometimes the five of us. We are still that family. Just older and wiser, separated, but still part of the same island.

Remember when the dog ate half of my Birthday cake? Remember when she ate my raincoat when I was seven and she pooped out and puked up the zipper and the ties?

Remember when you and I were in the car with Dad and we drove past that place that said “Carpets” and there was a pretty dramatic space in between the word “car” and “pet” in the sign and I shrieked and said, “Oh my God, Dad…can we please get one?!” And he said, “Get what?” “A car pet! That would be so fun to have in the backseat with me while we drive.” You and Dad started laughing so hard and I didn’t get it until you said, “No Emmy, it’s carpets, like you put on the floor, like the carpets we have at home.” Saddest day of my life that was. I thought legitimately, that we could go into that store and pick out a pet for our…car.

Remember that time I came to Queen’s to visit you and slept on the floor in your dorm room residence and wore that amazing painted overall onesie thing with a tam and I saw my high school gym teacher at the Homecoming football game drunk, and he was awkward and it was amazing? Then you took me to my first house party/keggar. That was one of the best weekends ever. I remember telling my friends all about it and they thought I was so cool.

Remember those really cold mornings in that white, two door truck with the plastic seats when you’d drive me to school and it took the exact time it takes to get to school for the heat to finally come on and start working? Just as I was stepping out of the truck, the heat kicks in. I never minded, because I felt warm anyway. Hated those kilts though, man what a pain.

Remember when you guys got me a waffle maker for Christmas one year? I don’t think I’ve ever made so many waffles in my life. Sunday mornings, just fired those suckers out, kept going and going until that waffle iron could take no more, and then I made more, just in case. Add it to the pile. I loved that waffle maker, it made me really happy making waffles for everyone.

Remember those times sitting in the car after my horse shows, eating from that big container you would put together with awesome stuff for “make your own sandwiches?” I loved that. And we sat in the car with my pony outside happily nibbling on the grass, crunching his carrots while we relaxed and talked about how I rocked the jump off? What a speed demon. Horse show days were the best. Sitting in the grass with a horse nibbling beside me, nudging me, one of the greatest feelings.

Remember that little hotel we stayed at in Alice Springs and the bathroom light didn’t work and I stayed up until 2:00am watching Godzilla on the TV hanging from the ceiling and our two single beds were like 2.5 feet apart from one another, and you said it was the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept in?

Remember that time in Port Douglas when we were sitting on the balcony of our little hotel apartment, The Queenslander, and as the sun was setting the parrots and cockatoos were going absolutely berserk? We had just come back from being at the beach and the ocean was too warm to swim in so we had to swim in the pool at the hotel to cool off.   

Remember that time you ran over the cat in the driveway? The cat was black and it was nighttime, it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have seen it. That was awful. But I think we got a new cat soon after that if I’m not mistaken? Maybe not, my memory is blurry at that time. But I remember one of the cats used to kill birds and leave them on the windowsill, that was morbid and disturbing. I’d always see them there because I was usually in the grass in the front yard looking for bugs, collecting rocks and talking to myself. I’d sometimes watch the cat as it would hop up onto the windowsill and place the dead bird there. Was kind of cool. They had a very predictable system the cats…killing the birds, then displaying them.

We have survived a lot this wonderful family. We have created beautiful lives for ourselves and not without struggle and hardship for each of us. Our truths are our own and we have become people that I very much respect, admire, love fiercely and who I am grateful to call my blood, my people.  

The path has not been an easy one. For any of us. But it has been a path we all have traveled down together, separately, apart, but still intertwined as a connected unit. The love that is inside all of us for each other, and the wonderful, sweet and joyous memories that we have together whether all together, apart, or in pieces, but still a part of the same island, is something I am grateful for. I am a better person because of all three of you. I am a wiser and stronger person because you three are my family. I would not trade my struggles for a different life, nor do I look back with sadness. I look at what all of us has created individually, and who we have become, and I am amazed at our abilities to hold true to ourselves, our integrity, to stay afloat, optimistic and to continue reaching for what we believe in and want for ourselves and also for each other. I am so proud of you sister. I am so proud of you Mom. I am so proud of you Dad. I am proud of me too.

All I see today are four exceptional human beings that have fought tooth and nail to create their truest and most beautiful life, sometimes amidst chaos. What we have all chosen to do with our pain is inspiring and it makes me feel happy to think of how brave we all are. We are still here, showing up for each other in the ways that we know how to and that we can.

Remember that time when you had a sleepover with all your friends in the basement and in the morning, I ran down and jumped on all of them in their sleeping bags with the cats bouncing about? Thanks for having a sleepover with your friends, I had fun being your annoying little sister (just that once).

Remember that time we went to the baseball game and you got nailed in the arm with a baseball and had a huge bruise for days? I remember that even before the ball came our way, I just knew, that it was going to come at us. Before it was even hit, I could sense it coming. And you still have that baseball! (glad you don’t have the bruise still). I loved going to Jay’s games with you, thanks for being such a devoted baseball fan Mom. I love that we still share this.

Remember the times you would bring those amazing cookies to my rugby games in that special wooden “cookie box” that you made and my rugby team just about went nuts each time you brought them for us for after the game? I know you really loved that, and we did too. Thanks Dad for doing that, all the times you went to that place and bought all those packages of cookies for me and my teammates. It meant a lot and I bet some of them still remember those cookies. Hard to forget those cookies.

Dear family, we have loved, lost, loved some more, lost some more, but in all this losing and loving we are all still the best people I know. You are my favourite people. We trudge on and keep moving forward. Life is in motion. Let’s keep loving and living and create more memories together, individually, apart, in fragments, but still always connected. Thank you for bringing me into this world.