04/14/2026
Hello friends! It’s Tera’s Thoughtful Tuesday and my brain is racing. I have a million things to do but I’m no longer medicated for ADHD so I sit, and I ponder, and I open the door to you all on this process. Mental health wellness is very important and the center of what Indigo is about so if I’m not vulnerable, then I’m not fulfilling my purpose of this safe community. 🫶🏼 And I know, some will say, this is a business page, why are you posting something like this?! Because I’m not in this “business” to be “professional,” I created this space to curate a safe community where people can express their thoughts, their struggles, their greatest wishes and goals and to live life that’s true to themselves; without judgement and with an enormous amount of grace. Something that is so desperately needed right now.
If I’ve learned anything in therapy, it’s figuring out a way to process my stress and emotions when needed and I always turn to brain dumping thoughts and organizing them into what I call, poetic word vomit. If you read this in its entirety, you’re appreciated more than you know; so come, join me in my, “who the fu€£ let Tera” processing emotions edition!!! (This is a family joke so you’re welcome for inviting you all on this experience!😂 and shout out to my therapist who is bringing this edition to you! 😏)
We are approaching my brother-in-laws one year suckiversary of his passing and if I’m being completely honest and vulnerable, SO much has changed in the past year, some for the better, some for the worse, none of it easily, and all of it’s an emotional rollercoaster. Yep, I’ve bottled up and internalized crying for almost an entire year-not proud but healing takes time. His passing is what led my husband (Jason) to finally agreeing in this adventure. Jeff would have LOVED this; and by this, I mean the absolute torment that he would have given Jason over getting me my dream animals and adding to the chaos that he always called our mini circus; that’s what big brothers are for right? Wallace Jeffrey aka Wally was born just hours before Jeff’s first heavenly birthday. Me being me, told my husband that I just knew Jeff was saying to go for it. With that being said, I’ve been scrolling on photos. Because doom scrolling takes minimal effort and gets my brain to regulate my thoughts when a photo stands out to me, and before you know it, I’m able to refocus into what I actually need to do for the day. Before you ask, yes, this is my brains thought process 98% of the time.
For those that know me well, I have a photo problem. I literally upgraded my phone just to be able to store more than 32,000+ pictures at any given moment. While organizing them, I came across this throwback of baby Willow and her mama 🥰 and I broke down crying. It’s been bottled up, I needed a good cry anyways but I didn’t think THIS picture would be the one to send me over the edge in tears. 🤦🏼♀️. It’s weird how grief hits you like that, isn’t it?
I think it’s the circle of life that got me spiraling; being born, watching my own kids grow into parents, experiencing being a Mimi (grandma) and then the passing that inevitably follows. Watching the cows grow always makes me reflect on my own kids and grandkids growth. Time is the greatest thief in life. Those early days hold a kind of quiet magic… the kind that gently shapes who they become. Fast forward to now, just a couple days ago, you’ll find Willow in her favorite place; the drink tank. If she fits, she sits…except she doesn’t quite fit anymore 😅 I’m thiiiiisssss 🤏🏼 close to building her a pond; and we probably will for her own comfort and safety.
What I find myself holding onto most isn’t just how much she’s grown, but how she was raised, and who she’s becoming because of it. Willow carries a softness, a calm, nurturing presence that was first shown to her by her mama. And one day, she will pass that same steadiness on. That’s how it’s meant to be…quietly taught in those first, foundational months.
I’m often asked if our calves were given time with their mamas before coming here, and it’s something I answer with a full heart: always, yes. Because those early moments matter more than we can see on the surface. They learn safety, trust, and connection…things that stay with them for life.
Everything I dreamed of being with Indigo has been built with intention. Over time, with care, with a deep respect for doing things the right way, not the fast way. My role here isn’t just to offer time with animals, but to softly educate (I have yet to find a better group of kindergarteners than my nieces class; just saying), to deepen understanding, and to create space where both people and animals feel safe and at ease. I often think about what direction this adventure will take; I’ve never believed in filling every moment simply because we can. Their lives aren’t meant to be hurried or overextended. What I offer is slower, more thoughtful…something you feel when you’re here.
And in these moments, something else happens too. Stories are shared; quietly, honestly. I’ve been trusted with pieces of people’s lives…their joys, their struggles, their heartbreaks, their milestones. I have cried after sessions when people leave, because I choose to hold those pieces with my visitors so they don’t carry them alone. Those moments are never taken lightly. They are held with the same care and respect we give the animals. This is why Indigo moves with such intention; because what exists here goes far beyond what you can see.
If you’ve spent time here, followed along, or simply felt connected to what we’re building (you, me, my village, and these beautiful souls)… just know how deeply that is held. This space will always be guided by intention, care, and respect; for the animals, for the experience we share with you, and for the moments you share back.
Not rushed, but carefully held. Because this was never just about having cute animals…it’s about honoring them, and the people that have joined me every step of the way.🤍
Below is the photo of Willow and her beautiful mama, Willow in her drink tank, and Jason’s favorite picture of him and Jeff (Jeff is on the left).
Thank you for holding space here for me today 🫶🏼
