Hi. It's been a year since I wrote just for me. Writing is my craft, my outlet, the place where my insides come out and I can see things...

There is a call, quiet as a breeze, that can be heard when we listen. It is the same voice we yearn for in deep meditation, the one that...

Sometimes we learn through joy. But, inevitably, there are times we must learn through pain. By their reflective nature, horses take our...