Horses have been part of my story for as long as I can remember. I got my first pony, Bessie, when I turned four, and from that moment on, I was in love. My dad taught my sister and me to ride, and over the years I graduated from ponies to his big thoroughbred, Jumbo. He was the real game changer—he gave me confidence, freedom, and that magical feeling of flying. Together we competed, explored, and built a bond that shaped the way I saw horses forever. Every horse since has been a teacher in their own way, guiding me through trust, patience, and connection.

Life carried me through study, work, love, and eventually marriage, and through it all, horses were always there. Some, like Shiloh, helped rebuild my confidence and brought back the joy of long rides. Others, like Thunder, showed me where I needed to soften, reminding me that true connection comes from listening rather than pushing. When life brought challenges—like years of fertility struggles and moments where anxiety left me unable to step into the paddock—my horses reflected my pain back to me. They became mirrors, asking me to slow down, breathe, and find new ways of being with both them and myself.

In recent years, I’ve discovered the power of pause and the beauty of giving horses a voice. With my sweet mare Peppy and the guidance of trainers who share my outlook, I’ve been learning about biomechanics and gentler ways of partnership. This journey with my horses has been as much about my healing as theirs. What started as a childhood love has become my purpose: to walk alongside others who long to reconnect with themselves and their horses through awareness, softness, and deep communication.