Being a better human

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, giving the two of us space. The cold of the arena creeps into my back, and I breathe in and stretch my body down, asking...
You’re not wrong

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 side, with tiny fox prints in the screenings each morning.  It doesn’t matter that we’ve had Canadian geese at the...
Catching on…

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 getting, grass is scarce, and mud abundant. He was humming with desire to find something green and growing, so we threaded our...
Into The Boundary Dance

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 my horses would translate to others. I’d opened up space to do an afternoon workshop, just for a few hours, and now it...
Drawn to drama

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 over-the-top drama, as I was never comfortable with that, but drama, nonetheless.  We’re drawn to drama. It’s a human thing. We...