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...
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.
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...
Slowing down and watching
I knew there was something important for me to learn here, and didn’t have anyone to teach me, so I turned to Willow. That new starting point, the...
What if…
I leaned against the rail in the morning sun, watching Willow gobble the handful of pellets and supplements that comprised her breakfast. Her...
Wake up call
You know the characters I described in the last chapter? Yup, I’ve been each of them. How about you? There are more types, of course, but I think...