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...
Twelve years later

Twelve years later

My Mom   Today marks twelve years since my mom left this earth. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago. Other times, it feels like yesterday. I still remember standing beside her as her bright crystal-blue eyes slowly turned gray and her soul slipped away. I told...
Field notes for summer

Field notes for summer

  Summer around here is measured in horseback rides, checking cattle in the pasture, swimming in the river, stocktanks and kayaking. The grandkids spend their days outside until exhaustion finally catches up with them. Riding horses throughthe pasture, baseball...
Everyday joy

Everyday joy

“To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.”  Henry David Thoreau   I was listening to a podcast while on a walk the other day.  The speaker was doing a series on “The gift of everyday joy”. She spoke of doing our...