The conditions of a solitary bird are five:
The first, that it flies to the highest point;
the second, that it does not suffer for company,
not even of its own kind;
the third, that it aims its beak to the skies;
the fourth, that it does not have a definite color;
the fifth, that it sings very softly.
– San Juan de la Cruz, Dichos de Luz y Amor
A Flirty Horse didn’t become a Flirty Horse. A Flirty Horse was born a Flirty Horse. Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but a Flirty Horse has no place to lay her head. She chooses her fate like a dress. She just puts it on and goes out. A Flirty Horse has no fear, no shame, no vanity; she has no doubts, but she is never sure. A Flirty Horse never stops, as time never stops. Unless it does. But a Flirty Horse goes on nevertheless. A Flirty Horse doesn’t believe in names and titles, because she knows: everything is connected.
Everyone can be a Flirty Horse.
June 1st, 2020