My Story

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My earliest memory is of a horse... Legs to be exact.  I see legs and a jaw of a horse.  Apparently, when I was two, I wandered into a horse's stall. She let me stay close to her as she quietly ate her hay.  I have always been a horse lover and enjoy the work of being on a farm and being outside. Tragedy and loss were a huge part of my childhood.  My saving grace was a horse my father gave me when I was 12 years old.  I will always be grateful for the times we galloped across the fields and quietly walked through the woods with the deer. He was an all black stallion that truly saved me from my own sadness.

Fast forward to adulthood,  I got several degrees, founded a Montessori School, worked too hard for most of my life, only to realize I had better start living... actually living joyfully, before my life was over. ​

The things that were holding me back were things from the past... childhood traumas that I didn't even remember until much later in life. Every person carries those things with them.  We carry them because they are a part of us.  I always used my dysfunctional family as a way to connect with my high school students when I ran an at-risk program for freshman.  It helped them tremendously to know that I understood what it was like to have a parent drunk and angry at you.  I understood what it was like to have siblings beat in front of you and not know what to do.  I understood what it was like to be ripped out of your bed at midnight because we were "leaving for good this time."  And the surprising thing for my students was that I had made it. I went on to earn a Master degree in education, hold two certificates in Montessori education, and then build an entire school.  My determination to help others improve their lives has always been a part of me.  Horses became a distant memory during those years.  I was on a mission and childhood dreams were forgotten.

My story had a unique turn of events when our family moved to the British Virgin Islands in 2012. The only reason I was willing to move there was because there were horses on the island where my husband would be working.  Island life is quiet... and perfect.  I loved it so much.  I spend hours and hours with these horses and they showed me things that I never knew about horses.  They spoke to me plain as day.  They were truly incredible beings, all with their own personalities.  Each one of them had a bond with one of the other horses and they were all so interesting to be around. The three years we were there, changed my life.  I knew that no matter what, I was going to figure out a way to share with others the healing power of horses. 

As the Universe would have it, I was able to save an old stallion that was thrown away after his genetics were no longer needed.  He was thin, anemic, and needed a great deal of care.  It took a year, but Magic has thrived with me since 2015.  Like the island horses, he has taught me how transformational a horse's energy is for humans when our heart is open. He started my journey to become an Equine Gestalt Coach.

So here I am... fifteen years later with my own fabulous five (and a half).  Our healing herd is also made up of different breeds that came into my life serendipitously.  I like it that way.  I trust in God. I hear the tiny whispers of life all around me.  I'm incredibly honored to do this work and guide people on their own journey.

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