Friends, A few weeks ago, when leaves in the northeast were still swaying and playing with warm winds, I visited my dear friend Trish, who is an equus coach. At the stables, I met Monty, a horse with soft cheeks and an appreciation for dried mangoes. He, with some guidance from Trish, was my facilitator for the day, revealing truths I had locked within myself. Before I walked into a ring with Monty, I set an intention: to let, exist, and trust. I have a habit to push aside my powerful intuition and deep trust in myself to cater to the expectations of others.
Friends who are mentors 🍵
Friends who are mentors 🍵
Friends who are mentors 🍵
Friends, A few weeks ago, when leaves in the northeast were still swaying and playing with warm winds, I visited my dear friend Trish, who is an equus coach. At the stables, I met Monty, a horse with soft cheeks and an appreciation for dried mangoes. He, with some guidance from Trish, was my facilitator for the day, revealing truths I had locked within myself. Before I walked into a ring with Monty, I set an intention: to let, exist, and trust. I have a habit to push aside my powerful intuition and deep trust in myself to cater to the expectations of others.