A fever came to visit last month; inconvenient, but I didn’t think much of it. Not Covid, not flu, no sickness symptoms packed in its bags. It...
Getting Real: The Blog
Immerse yourself in my writings that cover a variety of topics but all revolve around self-growth. I love to write and find the practice to be soothing and meditative. I hope you find my words encouraging, relatable and healing.
Learning to Walk: the awkward dance of growth
Another night awake with sleep nowhere in sight. So I breathe, then get distracted. I pray, and get distracted. I practice energy exercises from my...
Moment of connection
The huge horse turns his head all the way to the left, straining to see his herd mates in the pasture, from his right eye. The empty socket on his...
I Belong
The waves thrum faint from outside the beach house. I open the window just a little, letting the damp salt wind sift through the bedroom, and the...
Being a better human
The large roan gelding stands frozen, eyes cautious and unblinking. I sit to his left and behind, the belly of the long lead rope on the ground,...
You’re not wrong
Buddy freezes, his generously sized ears straining towards the line of Canadian geese, strut-waddling just outside the back arena fence; the scary...
Catching on…
Deetz, our alpha gelding, met me at the paddock gate, eager to come out. Between the cold of January and the crazy amount of rain we’ve been...
Climbing out of the winner’s circle
The large mare braced her neck in response to a gentle lift of the right rein; the softness of a moment ago evaporating, as she readied for a fight...
Into The Boundary Dance
Five women faced each other around the circle. I gave myself a chance to breathe, wondering if I could do this, if the work I’d been doing out with...
Drawn to drama
Starting points frame a conversation, and it took me a long time to realize one of my most basic starting points revolves around drama. Not...
Aligning with reality
Allow me to go on a tangent… As both a life coach, and someone who had experienced profound healing in the context of relationship with...
A new starting point
I want to put some context around this time in my life, as I was learning to listen to horses. When I stepped out my back door each morning and...
Moving through walls
I slid the black rope halter onto Willow’s head, and felt her breathing shallow. Her eyes hardened, and the corner of her lips tightened. Not overt...