As the granddaughter of a rodeo queen, my love for horses crosses generations. While I have yet to have a horse of my own, I play with friends’ horses as often as I can, and have done nearly a hundred rides. There is an incredible horsewoman who needed help walking and gooming her Arabian horse, Kiva, due to some health issues.
During a playdate with her, it was better than a counseling session. I cried tears of grief and hope for something sacred. When I’m grooming her, I do breathwork and intentionally ground myself in the sacred moments I have with her.
Isn’t she pretty?
