A Rabbit's Heartbeats: Animal Communication in Action

Sabina
Apr 17
2 min read

Updated: Apr 25

Sometimes, in the quiet moments when we least expect it, something calls us to listen more deeply—to our animals, to our intuition, to the bond that quietly ties us together.

I’d like to share one of those stories with you—a story of a lost bunny and her gentle journey home.

Lost. Scared. Confused.

Yanga the rabbit, sat in a countryside field, her soft breaths barely stirring the spring flowers surrounding her. She had hopped too far, lost sight of familiar scents and sounds, and now fear crept in. Panic turned the world into a blur—every direction looking the same, every hop taking her further from home.

And yet, somewhere in the quiet space between heartbeats, a loving connection is always present.

Yanga’s person suddenly felt a nudge—an intuition to check on her beloved bunnies: sweet mama Yanga and her son, Rusty. But only Rusty was there. Sensing something was wrong, she reached out to me for help.

When I tuned in to Yanga, I felt it immediately—the uncertainty, the rising fear, the desperate need to find her way back to Rusty.

I whispered to her heart, in the universal language of love: You are not alone. Trust yourself. Follow your guides, and you will find your way back.

At first—surprise, hesitation. Doubt.

I continued sending loving energies to the sweet bunny Yanga, and I felt something shift. A breath of harmony with all things. A memory resurfaced.

When Yanga perked her ears, she felt the cool evening air stir through her fur. And then, she moved—bounding not just through the field, but along the unseen thread that connects all living things.

Moonlight bathed the earth as courageous Yanga returned to familiar ground.

Relief coursed not only through her, but through all the beings of the family: Yanga was back home, save, happy and whole.

This is the work. Not just guiding animals, but reminding them—and us—of the connection that never fades. The quiet force of trust, of instinct, of understanding beyond words.

Yanga had always known the way back. She just needed a voice to remind her.

And in these moments, she listened to me. Thank you Yanga!