“The horse, with beauty unsurpassed, strength immeasurable and grace unlike any other, still remains humble enough to carry a man upon his back.” ~ Amber Senti

Horses were part of my life from the age of 5 till I guess turned 17. After that, it was going to college, living in big city’s, getting jobs, getting married, being blessed with three incredible kids and back to the powerful horse.

It is interesting how live gets you going, with learning you lessons and wisdom to bring you back to a place you’ve been before. Saying all that, I’ve been here before, it is very different. For the simple reason I am not the person I was at 17, and that is a good thing :). It gives me an opportunity to ponder along, what does this mean to me? I came back to riding because my daughter REALLY wanted to. She was the one, finding the stable and asking me every day, when are we going?

34525From the moment I parked the car, it made me happy. First of all, seeing that big smile and feeling the excitement of my little girl. It is one of those this that makes it already worthwhile. Then, I am not sure what happened, but before I knew it, I was riding myself. Found this small little notice about massage and horses. It made sense. I stepped into the flow of where it apparently was going to take me and here we are.

The interesting part now is, that I am procrastinating to finish my work. Funny as I love it. Working with the horses just makes a lot of sense. Meeting women from all over the world and see them share this passion it so sweet. It is truly calming, everyone is learning. We all have good days and terrible ones. It never seems that we never finished with learning to ride, and that is perfectly okay. It gives us so many stories to share, laugh about at the end of the day.

So what does this mean to me? After all these years of moving around and starting over and over again. I finally have found a place to call home. A place I can take the good, the bad and the ugly as it comes. It’s not a perfect place, but a place that has helped me to ground and to be. To be grateful for the people I have met, and yes they are there in al kind of forms. The one the makes me laugh out loud, the one that challenges me, the one that has hurt me, the one that has supported me, the one that thinks I am weird but likes me, anyone. It is all good and maybe in the moments that it is not okay, I know it will be fine. SO, a place to call home :).

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