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...