The horse is close to my heart because I was raised to celebrate my Swedish heritage, surrounded by tiny painted dala horses. Typically blue, red, white, yellow, or some combination. Growing up, we also had a clock sort of like this:
Except there weren't four horses, there were thirteen. One for each number, and then one bigger one in the center in case you needed a larger, thirteenth reminder that dala horses are pretty great. Later I learned that I'm actually only about 25% Swedish, but by then it didn’t matter. More than Scandinavian culture, to me this symbol represents all the people and experiences that are my true heritage. It keeps me grounded and in my element.