The Practice: How repetition, devotion, and the oldest meaning of the word keep us rooted in an unpredictable world

This week’s essay is an exploration that began with the idea of creative routines and ended somewhere far more human. I'm reading the full piece to you here and bringing you into the fields at Lavender Hill: the old fencing we inherited, the hurricane debris still shaping the horizon, the unexpected gunfire along the geldings’ field, and the small acts that keep us tethered to ourselves when the world slips off its axis.

This is what it means to practice.

You’ll hear about what it means to practice in the oldest sense of the word—not drilling toward perfection, but returning to the things that keep us present: showing up for horses and humans; speaking up when fear rises, letting kindness shift the outcome. And remembering that practicing humanity is as real and necessary as any repair we take on at the farm.

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Love, Kim

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