The Art of Becoming

The Art of Becoming

On Gratitude, Changing Seasons, and Learning to Rest. There is something about fall that speaks to my soul. Maybe it’s the softer light, the cooler mornings, or the way the land slowly begins to settle after a long, hot Texas summer. The trees begin letting go of...

When the Air Begins to Change Every year about this time, I start waiting for it. That first morning when I walk outside and the air feels just a little different. Here in Texas, fall doesn’t always arrive when the calendar says it should. Summer tends to hang around,...
Untie

Untie

  Back in 2012 I wrote a blog about “Don’t cut what you can untie.” At first, I took it literally. Don’t cut the pretty ribbon from a package when you can patiently untie it and save it for another day. At the time, I was reading Seven Thousand Ways to Listen by...
Stetson

Stetson

There are some horses who come into your life and leave hoofprints in places no one else can see. Stetson was that horse for me. From the beginning, he challenged me. He asked me to be braver than I thought I was, more patient than I wanted to be, and more willing to...
Between Homes

Between Homes

As my plane began its descent into Asheville last week,  I found myself leaning toward the window. The Blue Ridge Mountains slowly emerged beneath the clouds, wrapped in their familiar blue haze. Before the wheels ever touched the runway, I already felt at home....
The space between the storms

The space between the storms

Healing often begins where we finally choose to slow down. This July started off looking different than I imagined. A fall beside my horse, Stetson, left me with a concussion and bruises that needed time to heal. At the same time, my horse was on his own journey. His...