Letters to Freya
A Sacred Offering for Those We Hold in Spirit
If you've ever lost someone—a beloved person or cherished pet—you know that grief doesn’t have a simple end. But neither does love. Love endures, quietly holding us in moments of stillness.
Letters to Freya is a gentle, heart-centered offering for children and women who wish to send a message to someone they’ve lost. On the night of each full moon, your message will be spoken aloud in a sacred ceremony. Freya, a wise and gentle mare, will listen with her heart and carry your words across the veil—a sacred boundary between this world and the spirit realm.
As a compassionate and sensitive horse, Freya is the perfect messenger to carry your thoughts, wishes, and love to those who have passed. Her deep kindness and gentle presence ensure that your words are delivered with tenderness and care.
In the quiet glow of the full moon, Freya moves between the physical world and the spirit realm, where the veils are thinnest. She brings your messages—whether of love, gratitude, connection, or healing—to those who await them on the other side. These messages are not just words, but energetic expressions of love, felt deeply by those you hold dear.
This ritual is more than writing a message; it’s an opportunity to express your ongoing love and connection. Freya’s quiet wisdom ensures that your words are received with honor and peace, carrying your love across the veil.
Freya’s kind heart offers a sacred bridge—reminding us that love never truly disappears. It simply transforms, carried by her steady hooves under the moonlit sky. Through her, you can send a message to someone you miss, love, or still carry in your heart.
This isn’t just a letter-writing ritual—it’s a sacred doorway. A practice of remembrance, a way to connect with the beyond, and a reminder that love is eternal, changing form, but never gone.
This Ritual Is For You If...
This offering is for children who are grieving—a grandparent, a parent, a beloved pet or friend—and need a tender way to stay connected. It’s for women who carry quiet, unspoken grief, longing for a space to remember, to speak, or simply to feel. And it’s for anyone seeking a gentle, heart-led ritual—a way to honor those they love who now live beyond the veil, and to let love continue its quiet, sacred conversation across worlds.
You may feel called to join this ritual if...
You or your child are grieving and looking for a loving way to remember someone
You wish to keep a spiritual connection with someone who has passed
You believe in the quiet magic of the forest, of animals, and of love that never ends
You’re seeking a gentle, grounded ritual to help anchor healing, memory, and meaning
Who is Freya
A Wind Horse Between Worlds
Freya is not just a horse—she is a story of survival, sensitivity, and soul.
Two years ago, I said goodbye to Luna—my beloved gray Percheron, a rescued draft horse with a luminous spirit. Luna was powerful and tender, wise and wild-hearted. Her loss opened a deep ache in me… and a deeper knowing, too. In the quiet that followed her passing, I began to feel how love doesn't leave—it changes form. It waits. It guides.
Not long after, Freya found her way to me—and I to her.
A black Percheron mare, Freya arrived cautious and closed, carrying the weariness of a life that had asked too much of her. Her body told stories of labor; her spirit had gone quiet. But beneath the silence, there was something unmistakable: a softness, a sensitivity, a flicker of soul that had not gone out.
Over time—through presence, trust, and care—Freya began to return to herself. Bit by bit, she stepped out of the shadows and rose into something luminous. Today, she is grounded, curious, and full of quiet strength. She has become a steady presence and a deep companion—watchful, wise, and whole.
In many ancient traditions, horses are known as wind horses—sacred beings who can carry prayers, messages, and blessings between the human world and the spirit realm. Freya is that kind of horse. She walks between worlds with grace and sensitivity, listening with her whole heart.
She now carries the work that Luna set in motion.
Freya steps into the moonlight each month with strength in her body and gentleness in her gaze. She carries your messages across the veil—not just as words, but as offerings of love. In this ritual, she becomes the bridge between hearts, a living reminder that connection never dies—it only transforms.
Freya
In loving memory of Luna — the first wind horse, always near.
How Letters to Freya Works
Send a Message Across the Veil
Children and women are gently invited to write a letter to someone they love—someone who has left this world, but not their heart. This may be a beloved grandparent, a dear friend, a cherished animal companion, or any soul whose presence is still felt in quiet moments.
Your letter can hold whatever wants to be spoken:
a memory you treasure, a message you didn’t get to say, a question, a thank you—or simply words from the softest part of your heart.You’re also welcome to include drawings, symbols, or small tokens of love—anything that helps express what words alone cannot.
Freya Carries Your Message
On the night of the full moon, your letter will be softly read in a quiet ceremony with Freya. In the gentle glow of moonlight, Freya will listen to your words with the utmost tenderness.
With her steady presence and graceful spirit, she will carry your message across the veil, allowing it to reach the heart where it is meant to go, held by the magic of the forest and the whispers of the wind.
And you only need to look up into the sky on the night of the full moon to know: Freya has received your message, and it is already on its way.
Write from the Heart
There’s no right way to write—your heart knows what needs to be said.
You can start with:
“Dear Freya, I have a message for someone I love…”
or
“Dear [Name], I miss you…”love…”Or simply:
“Dear [Name of Loved One], please receive this through Freya's heart.”
Our Memory Altar
As part of Letters to Freya, we tend a quiet, sacred space online called the Memory Altar—a digital Wall of Names created to honor the loved ones carried in your letters.
When you send your message, their name will be gently placed on the altar alongside others, forming a tapestry of remembrance—a shared circle of love that grows with each moon.
This is a space of tenderness and belonging.
A way to say: You are remembered. You are cherished. Your spirit lives on in the hearts of those who love you.Each name is held with care, surrounded by the energy of the forest, the presence of Freya, and the quiet blessing of the full moon.
Mail or Submit your Letter
Send your message by mail or through the online forest form below—whichever feels right for your heart.
If you feel called to put pen to paper, you are warmly invited to mail your letter to Freya at our forest mailbox. Handwritten messages carry a special kind of energy—and Freya receives them with open heart and ears.
Please send your letter to:
Freya, the Wind Horse
c/o Factum Equine
175 Honey Hill Rd, East Haddam, CT 06423Make sure your letter arrives at least 3 days before the full moon so it can be included in the next reading.
Freya’s Oracle Card
Everyone who sends a message to Freya will receive a heartfelt oracle card—a quiet blessing to place on your altar, tuck into the pages of your journal, or keep close to your heart.
This sacred gift is more than a card. It is a message from Freya herself—an intuitive response drawn from the spirit of the forest and the quiet wisdom of the full moon. It arrives as a gentle reminder that your words are heard, your love is felt, and your connection is never lost.
Freya’s Oracle Card is her way of honoring your message. A tender acknowledgment. A return gift across the veil. Something to hold when you need comfort, reassurance, or a sign that love continues—always. A way to remember that love doesn’t end. It simply changes form.
Thank you for trusting Freya with your message. Your message will be received in a sacred moment of stillness, beneath the moon, with Freya standing as witness and guide.
Our Memory Altar
As part of Letters to Freya, we tend this quiet, sacred space online—our Memory Altar, a digital Wall of Names where we honor the loved ones you carry in your letters.
When you send a message, we gently place their name on the altar beside others, forming a growing tapestry of remembrance—a shared circle of love that expands with each moon.
We hold this space with tenderness and deep care. It’s our way of saying:
You are remembered. You are cherished. Your spirit lives on in the hearts of those who love you.
Dear Spencer,
Today is the year anniversary of your passing. That was the only bad day I ever had with you. Though you were small, you carried me boldly through addiction and recovery, through loneliness and heartbreak, through mental illness, through two degrees and starting my own business, and inheriting the home we both loved. I noticed that after I got well, and I mean really well, you started to decline. Like your vigil had ended and you knew you could relax and retire. I loved that for you. I loved that then you let me take care of you. I would have done anything to care for you even longer. You were never a burden. Not even the 3am barking sessions because you got lost in the house and couldn't find your bed. I told you, the moment you let me know that old age was too much for you, to tell me and I'd know exactly what to do. You told me. I listened. I'm sorry. It was a privilege to be your person.
P.S. I know sent me our new dog, Chuck, to fill your role and I thank you for looking out for me even after death. I will always, ALWAYS love you.
Sweet Ruby, (my emotional support cat)
I miss you. I think about you all the time. Thank you for being my best friend. Remember the times we had in 12 years together and everything we've been through together I love you for infinity and beyond.
In memory of Tamara my "adopted" daughter
Dad I love you and miss you. I see and feel you everywhere. You are the inspiration for all my work. I hope you are wild and free surrounded by love. Visit me anytime. I’m always looking for you. Thank you for helping to make me the person I am. You will be in my heart forever.
Dear Neal, (My brother Neal, AKA Nelly)
Do you remember when you were little, a black horse came to your window and you were scared? I understand now. Dad thought it was funny. I don’t. But I am hoping you’re with dad now.
You came to me in a dream and told me the only people who loved you were Mom and Jesus. I tried very hard to love you through those times when your anger would show you wild and nasty from withdrawing from unspeakable addictions. Then there was the bipolar which cut my heart to shreds. You had a way of cutting me down to pieces when you weren’t doing well and I wanted to take that on for a long time because I know how you were treated in this world. But it’s a mistake for you think it was only Gigi and Jesus who loved you. I loved you with all my heart and soul. I just couldn’t watch the unethical patterns of filling the addiction through lawsuits etc. That was never going to make you whole.
Who I loved, the Neal I loved, was in truth all of you. It was just hard to show up with that love when I felt you were heading down a path that seriously derailed you from the values we were brought up with. The Neal I know, sat on my bum when we were little and would brush my hair while we watched CHIPS on tv. You would get me up early and get us cookies from the neighbor who newly had a baby and was up early any way. The Neal I love is the funniest person I have ever known. No one has put me in stomach pain and about ready to wet my pants because I’m laughing so hard. You saw the world and captured it through humor. You saw the sensitivity of the twins and worried about how much attention I gave each of them and worried it may have been unbalanced. I have heard your advice and I am working on that.
The twins miss you, I miss you, and to say you were loved by only 2- well that’s just not true. I have saved your text messages saying I played the role of mother and father to you as well as sister. I always wanted us to be closer but felt at times there needed to be a buffer between us when you weren’t doing well. These last three years have been amazing with you. I saw you pursue your higher education, develop a support group page for LGBT folks in New England who are working on their recovery and I saw so much love and compassion coming from your heart again. But I know you were growing tired. I know that last lost of a best friend put you over the edge but I felt hopeful when the twins and I came to pick you up to go bowling and you said it saved you. I wish I could have saved you.
I often play a couple of songs in your honor when I’m deep in it…I think about what a great singer you were and how you almost lost your front partial singing over holiday pies. I’m so glad I have that recorded.
I keep your recordings on voicemail- even the one where your mad. It’s not sadistic; I want to learn and grow from it. I want to see your side and hope that will open my heart enough for someone else some day when they are suffering.
You were a great brother for me! I would have chosen no one else. I will be waiting for you at the waterfall. I know you said they told you it will take 3 lifetimes before they will let you be with me again. I will wait as long as I can. I will leave instruction for wherever I go. Just a reminder, Shaye was pushing for France this lifetime and she said god said no. So maybe next lifetime France?
So this horse at your window, don’t be afraid. Her name is Freya and I sent her to find you for me. I will send as many animals as I can to deliver the messages. But know this- I have loved you from day one. I spent many of my child years trying to protect you and take care of you. It became harder to show up in the ways that I would wish once I got pregnant with the twins. And don’t forget there was the triplet loss so I am hoping you and dad have him now. I’m going to assume he’s a boy- weaker sex. lol ugh laughing and laughing and hoping you would find it funny.
Nelly, I need your signs to carry me through. It’s felt pretty pointless without you here some days. I miss my early morning chats before work with you. So many things you said you wanted to do that we didn’t get to do. Like “I miss dancing with my sister.” I thought we would have time for that and time for the art museum trips with twins and more times on the cape. I miss you Nelly. With all my heart and soul, I am bound to your spirit and look forward to our reunion no matter the number of lifetimes it takes.
Many, many years ago, the song Wildfire came to me and I woke up out of the dream sobbing and couldn’t shake it. But now I know why. You’ve always been my wild fire. Watch over us brother. I miss and love you more than words could say.