This morning, I was feeling down on my way to the barn. Thinking to myself that I can't get things right alot of the time. I don't have it together. I'm not together enough. I let my mind wander away as

I feel comfortable being around horses. It wasn't always that way. For many years, I suffered bouts of anxiety riding and caring for horses. My horse Reanna taught me to trust myself. To know horses. To

I don't place a whole lot of value on staying home. Cooking and cleaning. I should. I really should place importance on important tasks like making sure a kitchen is clean and organized, which I do well

It poured rain all night. I left my window open. During the night I would wake up and listen to the music of water lulling me back to sleep. Yesterday was a day with family. I went grocery shopping with

My boyfriend Scott was inside the cafe paying for a coffee for me, pesto pizza and a croissant sandwich for both of us to share. I found a spot in the sun on the deck out back. A perfect morning getaway

"Horses are dumb". I felt myself bristle. I kept quiet while the conversation circled stories of horses. I decided in the moment to not speak. To not defend a horse's intelligence. I found myself

We woke up at 5 am to drive to the Sonoma Coast in California to watch the sun rise above the sea mist. In the silence, we watched a pair of otters splash their tails in a swirling mating dance under the

At my recent house-sit, I visited an old oak tree living alone in the horse pasture. I wanted to see what he sees as he looks upon the distance. A waterway running with recent rainwater followed a trail