Life in my 'Arabian Empire', Coach's Blog
Horses Are My Truth—And Maybe Yours, TooHow “Whisper with Horses” Got Its Name A dream, a newspaper, and the quiet nudge of destiny
Some names aren’t chosen. They arrive—softly, powerfully—and stay.Before Whisper with Horses became the name of my business, it was something else entirely. It was a dream. A visitation, actually. The kind that lingers in your bones long after you’ve opened your...
Horses are My Truth
Horses Are My TruthI was in British Columbia for Gestalt training, walking the round pen with my statements—trying to figure out who I was meant to be. The horse wouldn’t join up. I kept walking, unsure. Searching.Then my mentor said softly,“Truth is… horses are your...
A Whisper for Athena
My sweet Athena, Last night I had to say goodbye. My heart is heavy, yet full, because of all the ways you loved and taught me. You carried such presence and grace, even though your path wasn’t always easy. Anxiety often weighed on you, and the horse trailer became...
Chasing the Wind, One Woman’s Journey into the Soul of the Road-Chapter 1: Dust, Wind, and a Full Tank of Soul
One Woman’s Journey West—on a Motorcycle, with a Dream and a Bit of Horse Hair in Her HelmetSome decisions come loud. Others come quietly—like a whisper you can’t ignore, even if it makes no sense on paper.When it came time to head to Chase, British Columbia for the...
Chasing the Wind, One Woman’s Journey into the Soul of the Road-Chapter 2: A Postcard, A Promise, With No Fear—Just Faith
Faith, Flat Tires, and the Kindness of Strangers
I was never afraid.
Not when I threw a leg over the bike.
Not when I left the farm behind.
Chasing the Wind, One Woman’s Journey into the Soul of the Road – Chapter 3: From Bozeman to Chase — Curves, Kindness, and One Fierce Storm
By the time I left Bozeman, the road had become more than a path—it had become a partner. Each mile was a prayer. Each curve, a conversation.
Today, I wore a bikini.
My body isn’t what you see in magazines or media—it’s far from “perfect” by those standards.But today, for the first time in 25 years, I put on a bikini anyway.I stood in front of the mirror, took a deep breath, and said to myself:“You look great.”Then I hopped in the...
Whispered Truths #2
Whispered Truth #2: The Little Things Matter I don’t just teach riding lessons.We build something bigger here.Some of my girls have been getting lessons for two years now. They work hard to earn their lessons—cleaning barns, weeding gardens, doing whatever it takes...
Love IS my only house
Love is my only houseCreating Space for Difference in a World That Craves Belonging In Martina McBride’s song, she says, “Love is the only house big enough for all the pain in the world.”And I believe she’s right. We all need a little more love. I choose to see the...
Whispered Truths- relevant
Whispered Truth #3: You Are Relevant In a recent mentoring session, I watched a woman quietly struggle with her horse.He wouldn’t stand for the farrier, and even in the small interactions, I could see it—she was working hard, but something wasn’t clicking. Leadership...
Whispered Truths- The Birthday Cake
Today I made a birthday cake. It had been years. Not because I forgot how.Not because I didn't enjoy baking. Because somewhere along the way, I stopped. For a long time, baking birthday cakes was one of the ways I loved people. I measured flour, cracked eggs, stirred...