My mission is to positively change lives by creating a sacred place of healing, learning and authentic connections.
Through creative expression, we open the parts of our heart and mind that need to thrive in order for our lives to be whole. Fueling our creative fire distinguishes anxiety, anger, fear, and depression. Without ART, humanity is lost. When we allow ourselves to be our truest self, with passion and excitement, nothing stands in our way. One step at a time, the results are amazing.
Carolyne lives on a small farm in Charlevoix, Michigan with her husband, her mom, and many very lucky animals including Magic, the horse that healed her heart, Javi that lights up her world, Doc who is always there to step up to help others, Lily, her very best friend, and Caesar, the one who came into her life just when she needed him most and reminded her how much horses, even miniature ones, are a gift from God.
How often does someone actually listen to you? Your thoughts, your dreams? Listening to myself and others is the most important thing I could ever do. I went through a time in my life, where I never thought I would BE enough. That question, "am I enough?" was on my mind - even as I worked two jobs, gave my family every part of me and physically worked myself into the ground.
Through all of my experiences, I have found creative expression, art, and being with horses are where my soul thrives.
I was an artistic child growing up in a rough and tough family that prided themselves on being strong, being street smart, and taking care of their own. Unfortunately, there was also a lot of emotional and physical abuse in my family. I used to be amazed that my brother, sister and I even survived our childhood. I am still in awe of our resilience and ability to move on.
During those years of struggle, I was fortunate enough to have amazing teachers at school. They recognized my talent as an artist and the genuine care that I felt for others. I was that child who received the citizenship award every year. All the while I was growing up I was scared to death to cry. It was very taboo in our home. Things like, "I'll give you something to cry for" far outweighed my desire to let it all out. I kept all of my sorrow inside of me.
As the Universe would have it, my father gave me one of his best race horses that was retiring when I was twelve years old. He was an all black stallion with a white star in the middle of his forehead. His name was CV Apollo. He became my best friend. Through several tragedies that happened one right after another, my horse allowed me to cry quietly in the barn with him or out in the fields on a long ride. He held space for me when no one else would. I did not feel invisible when I was with him.
In college, he was there for me again when a friend committed suicide. I dealt with PTSD when someone passed away because I thought I might be the reason. Little did I know that being a highly empathic person would eventually become a gift.
When I became a mother, so many things changed. It was easy to live my life for my children. I realized very quickly I did not want to create the same traumas that I experienced for my own children. I wanted to be the very best mother for my children. Don't we all? I wanted to take home so many of my students who had lives too close to the one I grew up in. Children who didn't understand how their choices or lack of were mainly because of traumas that their own parents endured and were repeating. I find that many adults who suffered through their school years, carry that trauma into their own lives today. Those limits that were placed on them in school became a self fulfilling prophecy. My goal is to give clients the opportunity to leave those limiting beliefs behind for good.
What's the meaning behind the name Wildfire Dreams?
To be honest, a co-worker used to call me "wildfire" She would say my optimism spread through the office like a wildfire. Then another co-worker reminded me that there was a song about a white horse named Wildfire that was popular in the 70's . I looked up the meaning of that song and thought it was simply perfect. I've always been drawn to Native American stories and the one with the white ghost horse resonated with me. I truly believe that horses are a gift from the define. I also know that our dreams have to be stoked, focused on and worked at in order for them to come to life. We cannot expect things to happen by themselves. Each and ever day, we must take small steps towards the life we are creating.
Dreams are what keep most of us looking forward in life. I am a firm believer in taking action on those dreams. And that's how Wildfire Dreams began...