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,...
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.
What is it, with women and horses?
What’s the link between women and horses? I’m intentionally leaving men out right now, as there’s a quality in the connection between a woman and a...
Breadcrumb Moments
1971 Fairfax, VA, 7 years oldI didn’t know why ponies were angry. I just knew that they were. I loved them anyway. And they dumped me off almost...
Old Abuse
The ground slammed into my face; grit in my teeth, glasses flying. I wasn’t surprised at the impact. I’m the one who dove off the mare, just before...
The intersection of horse training and people healing
Horses are honest; beautifully so.I, on the other hand, often am not. Not with myself. Not with other people, and not with horses.It’s not that I’m...
Home
I need an old oak tree, with space around it to inhale; not too much to ask for. I can't breathe in neighborhoods. Can't feel the gritty earth...
Human Limits and Holy Moments
I’m on a houseboat. Never done this before… Jeff took us up to Smith Mountain Lake this weekend to celebrate our birthdays. The days leading up to...
I Need God’s Wild
I’ve been needing a recharge. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have an amazing life! Jeff and I got married this past September, after 8 years of waiting,...
Slaying the Dragon
I’m not a thrill seeker. I’m not one of those folks who is hooked on adrenaline. True, my lifelong love affair with horses has me court high...
Yesterday, my life changed.
Yesterday, my life changed. Jeff and I got married. I wasn’t anticipating the depth of the change this has wrought in me. For both of us, this is...
The Divine Wheelbarrow
God often speaks to me in images. I guess He knows they stick with me. I was working at Hope Reins this Saturday, and we had a great turnout of...
A Pajama Day
I’m sliding into the end of the year; that parenthetical time when holiday happenings sweep me out of my daily routine. The frenetic rush towards...
On The Other Side Of Loss…
It’s been two years. Two years since I sold my farm, gave away my beloved horses, and felt the lights go out inside of me. Horses are my first love...