A number of years ago I was hiking with my dogs at Crawford Lake Conservation area. Tall mossy trees, meromictic tranquil lake, and a 15th century reconstructed Iroquoian village. The park’s trails merge with our escarpment Bruce trails. You can make a beautiful loop and not walk into a soul for miles. I love trees, they energize me and renew me. On one of such walks I was very much in the energy of the forest, listening to the flatter of the leaves and smelling the sweet scents of the flora. I stopped at one of the cross roads and closed my eyes appreciating the moment. When I opened them up again and looked to my left I saw a white horse galloping towards me. I knew it was not ‘real’. As soon as he got close to me he disappeared. It was a vision and had significance. I was in a native place and the white horse spirit came to meet me. Life would never be the same again. He roams the plains and forests of Crawford Lake – my Spirit – my messenger – my inspiration.