A Love Letter to the Fire Horse Woman
- Debra Trappen
- 22 hours ago
- 2 min read
Beloved Sister,
Can you feel it?
The air is electric.
The sky is shifting.
The future is leaning closer.
Because the Fire Horse is not chaos. She is not reckless or destructive.
She is devoted to her own aliveness.
She is the woman who has outgrown the cage...even if it was beautifully decorated.
She is the woman who has spent decades tending others and is now ready to tend her own flame.
She is the woman who no longer asks permission to move.
And this year, beloved…
You are being asked to move from alignment.
The Fire Horse runs toward truth.
She burns illusions, not bridges.
She releases what dims her... not what defines her.
She trusts her spirit's timing more than the opinions of the crowd.
And midlife?
Midlife is the ignition.
There is a fire in you that has been patiently waiting.
The fire of sovereignty.
The fire that says:
I choose myself now.
This eclipse week is not subtle.
It is a threshold.
You may feel restless.
You may feel called.
You may feel something ancient stirring in your bones.
That is not anxiety.
That is remembering.
The Fire Horse woman knows when it is time.
And when it is time… she does not hesitate.
So let me ask you gently:
Where have you been shrinking to stay comfortable?
Where have you been dimming to stay liked?
Where is your soul whispering, “It’s time”?
You do not need to burn your life down.
It is time to burn the story that says you must stay small.
Beloved, your fire is sacred.
It is divine.
This year is not about becoming someone new.
It is about becoming more you.
More honest.
More embodied.
More aligned.
And as the skies open and the Horse begins to run…
May you trust your legs.
May you trust your instincts.
May you trust the rhythm in your own chest.
You are not behind.
You are not late.
You are right on time.
Run when your soul says run.
Lunar love coming your way,
