Bird’s Eye View


Flying recently to California, we paralleled Interstate 70, which I travel frequently by car. It was a magnificent day for flying; clear, calm, the landscape below crisp and clear. I recognized landmarks all along the route – there was Loveland ski area, and the huge mountains under which the Eisenhower tunnel runs- how did the engineers even figure that out? From the ground, Glenwood Canyon is beautiful, and I recall the massive effort to maintain its beauty while still allowing a four lane (stacked) freeway. How did the engineers figure THAT out? Glenwood Springs, and the road leading to Aspen. Onward to the canyon outside Palisade and Grand Junction and on into southern Utah.

Green River is the gateway to the most magnificent stretch of I-70 imaginable, at least to me. From the air, the change in landscape shows a fault line, one plate pushing up onto another. Is it ancient, and no longer doing any moving, or is there still some adjustment going on? It’s a crescent on the ground, and I-70 crests it and moves on. On the other side, Ridgefield Utah is an oasis in the landscape. A few minutes further on and I-15 from Salt Lake City intersects and drops south toward Las Vegas. I-70’s journey is complete. We continue northwest toward San Francisco, into new territory for my eyes.

It was a privilege to have a bird’s eye view of a frequently traveled ground route. I have a new appreciation for the many ecosystems I cross in the 12 hour journey from home to my work at Horsefeathers Farm in Las Vegas. The Colorado mountains hold a particular appeal, and even though I’m not all that fond of the cold, I can see our business flourishing there – a destination for the weary, the troubled, a place to come and breathe in fresh air, hang with the horses and other animals, and find equilibrium and peace. The destination we have now, near Elizabeth, is also wonderful. Perhaps two locations at some point?

What a gift we’ve been given in this world. I am amazed and grateful every day. The next time you take a trip by air, see if you can get a window seat, and let yourself be transported into the cosmos surrounding our beautiful planet. I can guarantee you’ll feel the Love of the Creator cradling you in its arms, and you will be comforted.


Opening to Assistance

Yahoo! Welcome to the 2018 Calgary Stampede!

For more than 20 years, I have spent five days displaying my Peruvian Horses at the Greatest Outdoor Show on Earth, the Calgary Stampede. Over a million visitors come through the gates over the ten days of the event.

This year, I tried something different. I asked more people to help out at the booth. You see, Sunday is Family Day. Admission is free from 9:00 to 11:00 and there is also a free pancake breakfast for those arriving early. The barns are packed with families wanting to see the animals. Thousands and thousands of them.

There are Activity Books in Horse Haven. These include coloring sections, and information on each of the horse breeds displayed. There is also a passport where people collect stamps from each of the booths. We have two stamps because we share our booth with another breed who takes the last five days. This doesn’t sound like much, but when you re-ink the stamps two or three times in a day, you can imagine the number of stamps applied.

This year, I had the privilege of having at least two people in the booth stamping at all times, and at least one more watching out for the horse and ensuring both the horse and the people were kept safe. This kept me so much calmer, and made a very busy day merely busy rather than stressful.

I thought about all the times in life I thought I had to do something by myself – that it was a sign of weakness to ask for help. Yesterday, I was given a gift and a reminder that it if someone offers to help, it is a gift both to you and to them when you are gracious in accepting their offer.

My challenge for you today is to look around for someone you can help, even by holding open a door. The bigger challenge is to accept that offer, and sincerely thank them. Thanks to those who helped me yesterday, and those that will help today. May I be able to return the favour, either back to them or to someone else.


Drama Queen Caretaking

Posted by BB Harding, member Women Move It Forward blog.

It is my turn to post, and I’ve had a couple of topics in the back of my head for a fewf weeks.  Neither one seem like they would be very long, and they really aren’t related.  So, I wonder how can I have fun with this?

The first topic was around caring for the caretaker (i.e., me).  The second, learning to interject a bit of Drama Queen into my fairly calm, quiet, steady demeanor.  OK, I’m sure you see that they really aren’t related topics.  So, let’s keep them apart for a moment and explain why these two even come up.

At the beginning of May, I was helping a friend move.  During the move, she fell off a step stool, and fractured her tibia in three places.  (For you medically-minded/curious individuals, it was a Schatzker IV fracture, typically seen in auto and motorcycle accidents.)  This resulted in 3 hospitals and 8 hour ambulance ride before admittance; 2 surgeries; and 3 weeks in the hospital and rehab center approximately 3 hours from home.  In early June, her house-mate went on a pre-planned vacation, and I stepped forward to do the home care.  I had enough sense to reduce my calendar of activities to just those that really required my involvement.  It turned out that with the heat and strenuous, very attentive activity, even that was a bit much.  I was glad to see the bed each evening, and feel the breeze from the fan.

Now, for part two.  I’ve been taking a class on working with the Shadow aspects of self.  We are encouraged to find the methods of expression that we don’t identify with or resist and then interject a small dose of that into our lives.  The intention is to provide breadth to our ability to express ourselves.  Even the most heinous of behaviors have some positive traits to them, if we allow ourselves to open to them.  (This is not to say that one should adopt those behaviors).  So, I was looking at my atrophied, nearly non-existent Drama Queen.  She was definitely not encouraged to come out and play during my childhood, or even adulthood.

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And now, my caretaking experience, through the perspective of my emerging Drama Queen.

Well, HERE I AM!!!!  Oh, wait, let me see that NASTY KNEE.  OMG!!!  It looks like the size of a softball, no maybe a basketball, no maybe a small planet.  I think Pluto is a small planet.  It must HURT like HELL!  I hope they have given you really big horse-pill tranquilizers to knock you out.  What?!?!  You want to GET OFF drugs?!  YOU MUST BE NUTS!!!  

Oh, you’d like some ICE BOTTLES in your machine??!!  Sure, I can do that.  OMG, these ice bottles are COLD.  I need friggin’ GLOVES to carry them around.  I’m sure I’ll get FREEZER BURN they are so cold.  That ice bucket is really WET – maybe I should shrink myself and then I could make it a POOL and COOL OFF!!!

Help with your SHOWER?!  OMG, do you think I’m a NURSE OR SOMETHING?  I DON’T KNOW HOW to do that.  Well, maybe I should just crawl in with you and COOL MYSELF OFF.  Why in the hell didn’t you buy a house with AIR-CONDITIONING?  You KNOW how HOT it can get at this time of the year.  You’d think I was IN HELL ALREADY since it is so hot OUTSIDE – well INSIDE too.  I’m probably going to DIE!!!

FOOD? COOK DINNER??!!!  Well one thing is for sure, I could probably lay things out on the counter and they would COOK THEMSELVES since it is so BLOODY HOT in here.  I CAN’T IMAGINE turning on the flame and adding to the heat.  I need a HUGE FAN in here as it is.

GO DOWN THE RAMP IN YOUR WHEELCHAIR!?!?  OMG, it is SOOOO NARROW.  What if I FELL OFF of IT????  I’ll just CLOSE MY EYES so I don’t have to LOOK – oh WAIT, I CAN’T DO THAT!!!!!  I’ll just have to take some DEEP BREATHS and CALM MYSELF FIRST.  OMG, OMG!!! I’M SURE something will happen and then it will be ALL MY FAULT.  I SHOULDN’T BE ASKED to do something as risky as this.

OMG!!!!  I can’t believe what a DAY I HAVE HAD!!!!  So OVER the TOP with fright, heat and CRAZINESS.  WHAT the HELL was I THINKING when I said YES to THIS!!!???? 

Now, returning to my calm, quiet, fairly steady demeanor – all went well, and the patient is steadily recovering, in fact she will begin to put some weight on her leg in a couple of weeks.  It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as the Drama Queen would lead us to think.  Pretty “dull and boring” in comparison.  😊

Strength of Vulnerability


Written by Carroll Ellis a member of Women Move it Forward

I am finding the spaces where I am vulnerable show my places of strength. Many years ago I found out learning requires a place of vulnerability. Just look at children they are the quintessential learners and they are so comfortable in that space of not knowing.  The excitement when learning is presented with enthusiasm and passion is precious as it beams from their faces.

Now days where appearances are all important being authentic and shouting to the world “I don’t know this… I am not good at this…” requires strength of character. Willingness to accept unpleasant comments or looks of disgust because others are pretending that they know and can do everything takes lots of courage.

I am finding that courage in mother earth. When I am connected and grounded to her I feel a sense of support and encouragement that cannot be sneered away. In my last new moon meditation I asked one of the guides “where do I find courage inside of me?” And her response had me laughing. She said “in all the nooks and crannies.” Those spaces are only big enough to hold a drop of courage.  Just one drop at a time tucked away in corners and hidden all over is all I can see.  And working through this, I am finding courage is very potent, one drop will move me past the first step and that’s all that’s needed. After the first step momentum kicks in and there’s no turning back.

Voluntarily stepping into spaces where I know I am vulnerable is the same thing as me shouting to the world “I don’t know this now, but just watch I will learn it so well you will seek my council.”

Do you have things you don’t know? If you do and if you seek out your drops of courage, I will get in line to seek your council.


On the Road Again

Recently, I have a urge to get out, visit old friends and family. I could fly, but the need to feel four tires rolling under my seat is pulling at me. I long to smell the different air as elevation and culture changes. I want to feel free to take any road or any direction I fancy. And during the last few months of planning my warrior trip I have dreamt to waking up in new places, seeing new sights and being on my own. As the time is getting closer, it still feels right and I’m ready to go.

Now my planned trip isn’t to any fancy location or foreign country. But I will be driving my Mazda 3 with a stick shift and sunroof in style, my style. Together we will just mosey up and down the east coast 2250 miles more or less.  I will be totally on my own with a audio book or two, tunes, a large coffee cup, map quest and a Rand McNally map of the US.

I am planning to stay at Air B&B’s by myself, with friends and family.  I am also seeing some of the foals my beautiful Andalusian mare had, the oldest being 8 now.  I believe they will know me, but I can’t wait to see what will happen when we meet again. I know my friends will hug and smile when we meet but what will a horse do that hasn’t seen me in quite a while. At my age of 67, some might say this is quite a irresponsible trip, others, I hope will say, yes, go girl and follow your inner compass and let it guide you on a heart’s journey.

I am heading up the east coast, starting from Williston, Fl., then staying overnight in Atlanta, then Maryland, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Maryland, North Carolina, South Carolina and back home. I hope the map in my head and heart brings adventure, rekindle a love of the US and it’s landscape, people and critters. I hope to see chipmunks and streams running free. I look forward to eating some different foods and continue my journey with guidance through kindness and giving.

To me, this trip signifies that I can still stand up and be on my own. The decisions I make, good or bad are mine and mine alone. I want to feel free to sing as loud as I want, slow down to look at river wandering by, eat at picnic table in some unknown town and take the less traveled road (no pun intended).

I know the horses, cats and dog back home are well taken care of and for that I am eternally grateful. My husband has been fully supportive of me leaving (hmm…) but maybe he needs a break from me as well.  When I get this wonder lust, I know I am not always the best companion to be around.

Traveling, sharing the road with others, talking to strangers and finding the beauty and wonder of the good old USA is so compelling. I’ll let you know how it goes and wish you too the good fortune to follow your own path.  As I am reminded by an old Chinese saying; “He who returns from a journey is not the same as he who left”.  Here’s to change and living fully.

Barbara is the owner and president of Wayfinding with Horses, Inc.  She is trained in the Equine Gestalt Coaching Method, a retired Professional Engineer and Qi Gong Instructor but mostly she is a woman passionate about horses, their wellbeing and their gift of being present. The horses help her clients to trust their true nature and lead from the heart.  Clients often report a heightened awareness of their surroundings and others while experiencing a deeper, more profound understanding of their relationships and connection to others.  Barbara lives at Wayfinding Farm, located near Ocala Florida.

Finding Outlets for Collective Rage

I’ve found an outlet for my collective rage. Thank God. And by collective rage, I mean the righteous anger that arises within me on behalf of all womankind every time I hear a #metoo story, every time I hear a woman’s voice being dismissed, and every time I hear that power is being wielded blindly, ignorantly and malevolently to exacerbate human suffering.

Since the inauguration of the 45th President, my insides have been slowly boiling. I’ve written letters and called my representatives, I’ve connected deeply with friends and family who share my pain for what is happening in our country and I’ve done my fair share of yelling and screaming to release myself from the grip of my outrage. But the news keeps on coming and our society now is beginning this simultaneously beautiful and horrific purging associated with the #metoo and #time’s up movements. And yet power structures continue to perpetrate grave injustices against people of color, immigrants, children and women. Reasonable people disagree as the lines between opinion and fact are blurred and certainty is valued over curiosity and compassion.

You know. We’re all living this upheaval in which we are disgusted and horrified on a near daily basis to hear stories of powerful individuals, primarily white men, who have used power to do harm. We all meet this moment with a reckoning based on our personal experiences, our personal stories and our empathy for our sisters (and brothers). We’re all finding our ways to actively engage, purposefully disengage, and to cope.

As a highly sensitive person with a stubbornly idealistic streak, my walk of this path has been a shaky one. Six months ago I joined a women’s boxing gym called Jabz and fell fully in love. Hitting heavy bags to loud music while surrounded and cheered by women has become key to my self-care. There are women there of every shape, size and age, all together to work out, punch stuff and feel good about themselves.

While listening to a podcast by Danielle LaPorte the other day (side note: I highly recommend her podcasts on sacred activism and sacred living) I was struck by her take on rage and the value of bringing your righteous rage to your practice, be it yoga, meditation, running, hiking or what have you.

“Devote that physical movement to a cause…use your body as a sacred tool,” Danielle LaPorte.

I realized that this is exactly what I’ve been doing at Jabz. As I hit those bags with my rage, it releases, and the fire of that anger takes on the shape of love and faith—a fervent, strident, insistent faith in the prevailing power of love and the ability of love to conquer all.

This practice has been essential in empowering me to be more fully engaged and to take the actions that both stir my soul and contribute to the collective good.

What self-care practices have supported your sacred activism in the last year? I want to hear!

Adventure in an Equine Surgical Procedure

Usually I try to be upbeat and share something inspiring in this blog. Today I am too worn out to be upbeat. I am grateful in my bones, just beyond the aches.  Some people seem to take things in stride, going from one thing to the next.  This may be the shortest blog I ever write.  I will totally understand those who wish to skip this one- or who have even greater health tales to tell about equines.

We fell in love with an “oh- so- cute,” rescued from the kill buyer black and white paint horse, fifteen months ago. Her name is Eclipse.  She is a sweet “heart” horse.  She is 14 hands and 889 pounds.  We soon nick named her “Missy 2 Bears.”  In her Tobiano patches on her right side dwell two bears, one white and one black.  I am sure she is a Medicine Horse!

I soon noticed that something was not quite right about our Missy. Her back end and hind legs were messy all of the time.  She was a (shhhh) dirty girl!  She was constantly in heat, not just urinating but discharging fecal fluid.  Fecal fluid is not diarrhea.  When she lifted her tail to squirt, she squirted both urine and fecal fluid.  It ran down her rump and pooled and encrusted around her legs.  Ugh!  I spent more time cleaning the back end than I did talking to her face.  I also cleaned the barn walls and stalls.

The first Veterinarian reported that she was just hormonal. We also had a fecal done to rule out parasites.  They squirted a syringe called a “charcoal sponge” into her mouth to help dry her up.  It came out pretty much the way it looked when it went in, and stained her hind end and legs black.  We tried probiotics and psyllium and other assorted supplements.  The second Vet we consulted suggested that perhaps Missy had an ovarian tumor.  An ultrasound was scheduled.  It showed an abnormality.  We were told that the tumors are usually benign, and don’t produce cells that travel and form malignancies elsewhere.

We have spent the week transporting Missy back and forth to CSU Equine Veterinary College located in Ft. Collins, Colorado. It is a 6 hour round trip.  We took her up the day before surgery, and brought her home the day after.  The surgery was performed “standing.”  She was given sedation, locals and both ovaries were removed by laparoscopy. Missy had a granulosa theca cell tumor.  Cancer encased inside her enlarged ovary.  It produced a hormonal hurricane in our little mare.  The day before she came home we built her a special pen so that she can be kept quiet and still see the rest of her horse friends.  It is day four, and she is still lethargic and sore and does not have much appetite.  She will be confined for two weeks, with hand walking several times a day until the sutures are removed.  Both flanks are shaved and she has sutures on both flanks.

The CSU clinic was a beehive of activity. At intake we stood in a large holding area along with a tall warmblood, a draft horse and a pretty strawberry roan paint horse with chrome, and many others.  Earlier a mule had caused quite the uproar in the intake area.  Missy was stalled next to a pretty horse that was having a thyroid tumor removed.  Her owner had travelled from Durango in southern Colorado to northern Colorado.  The owner had a motel room.

Missy had a wonderful 4th year veterinarian student who cared for her while she was in the clinic. I am proud of how well Missy did.  She was impeccable at loading into our trailer.  My husband Tom was a trooper.  He reports his neck, shoulders and arms are in pain from gripping the steering wheel so tight.  My head hurts from clenching my teeth.  We older folks are tired to the bone.  But all is well, and the prognosis for the patient is GOOD!  Missy 2 Bears is only 14 years old, and she should have a long life still in front of her.  Perhaps someone dumped her at auction, where the kill buyer got her because they didn’t want to deal with her messy problem.  Somehow, she found her way to us.  I am grateful we could do what we could.  Missy is very bonded to our big Mustang, Spirit.  Hopefully they will grow old in the paddock together.

We will be spending the next two weeks caregiving for our girl. Grateful we are indeed that she will get better.  The Vet bill was less than we first thought.  It only cost one arm, not an arm and a leg.  If the tumor were larger we could not have afforded general anesthesia as they opened her abdomen.

BTW, Equine Surgeons are quite similar to human surgeons. Experts at what they do.  Not much time to chat.  In the meantime, I have missed much of what went on in the world this week, and a couple of my friend’s birthdays.  I apologize.  I am still a happy balloon, but somehow the air escaped and I am flat for now!



This is Me


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I just watched a video that took my breath away.

A little background: Along with my husband, I have a small business, Harmony’s Heart LLC. For me, that business is all about talking with people’s animals and helping them navigate things like “When is it time to put my elder cat down?” or “My dog is so nervous – I wish he’d calm down.” These conversations often take on the aspect of coaching, as over time I’ve found that our animal friends are more interested in helping us be better humans than whether or not they have the best kibble.

For years, I worked in Information Technology in large corporations. This is not even close to what I do now. It was technical. It was serious. It was “important”. It was also borrrrrr-ing.  For me, one of the best parts of the job was interpreting what was going on with a machine and putting it into words that the uneducated or technology-challenged user could understand, so they’d get along better with that application or printer.

Hmm, when I look at it that way, maybe it was a bit like what I do these days. I was an interpreter, and I still am. It’s just that now, I’m assisting a living, breathing entity (or what once was living and breathing, since I also connect with animals who have passed) be understood, much like I assisted people in understanding that printer, or that application.


Where I’m going with this is the thought that what I do can be construed as “strange.” “Weird”. Definitely a long way from what most of the U.S. considers “normal.” On my darker days, I feel like an outcast, as though my passion for the animals, and what they have to say to us and want to help us with, is something that is useless. So I’ll become frozen, and not want to make phone calls, or put myself out there. Better to be safe in my little cocoon instead of the object of ridicule or hate.

When all of my fears and insecurities have taken their rightful place at the back of the bus, and my passion and purpose for this lifetime have taken over the driving, I know that’s hogwash. What I do is what I was meant to do. It’s taken me a long time to get to the party. Now that I’m here, though, this is my gift. Interpreter of animal wisdom. Teacher of those who want to open themselves to that gift themselves. Cheerleader for a better world, starting with our relationship with the animals and nature around us.

This is me.

Watch the video. Be inspired. Remember who YOU are. In your authentic self, you are making a difference, no matter how large, no matter how small. You matter.

Ashara Morris is the President and CEO of Harmony’s Heart LLC, where she assists animals and their people to have the best relationship ever. For more information, visit, or contact Ashara by phone (720-737-0495) or email (

Knowing When It’s Time


About six weeks ago, one of my horses began to drop weight quickly. The vet and I both thought it was probably tooth related, but she found his teeth were in good shape.  With that ruled out, she told me that there was little or no  chance that anything else that would cause that kind of weight loss was treatable. “The drastic weight loss shown without any other overt clinical signs would be consistent with lymphoma or a systemic neoplastic process with internal involvement.”

She told me that he does not appear to be in pain. His eye is bright, and he has energy. He is still the boss of the herd. He picks at hay, but likes the grass and supplements I give him. Twice a day, he eagerly meets me at the gate to come out and have his supplements and graze on the lawn. Then he walks to the gate to let me know it’s time for him to rejoin his friends in the pasture.

I have decided to give him some time to enjoy the warm weather and spring grass unless he begins to show signs of pain or starts letting the others boss him around. My heart bleeds as I prepare for the almost certain outcome of releasing him from his pain when the time is right.

This morning, two SPCA officers arrived at my door to investigate a cruelty complaint against me because of the thin horse in my pasture. There are seven others in the same pasture in good weight. He asked what I had done for the horse, and he told me he had no concerns and would be closing the file.

I am left to process the emotions. I am so sad that my equine friend is preparing to leave this life. I am hurt that one of my neighbours believes I would deliberately let an animal suffer and saw fit to report me to the SPCA without contacting me. I am glad that they are keeping an eye out for those animals who may truly be in distress.

The most difficult decision we ever make when we become custodians of our animal friends is in knowing that we will probably outlive them and need to say goodbye. It is never an easy decision. In this case, it is made even more difficult as I deal with feeling that my neighbours are sitting in judgement of me. I hope that the report of the SPCA office will stop any gossip. I fear it won’t and I will have a reputation of not caring for my animals.

This particular situation triggers me as I, too, was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago. The disease was nowhere near as painful and exhausting as the treatment. There were times throughout the process when death seemed an attractive option, but no one made the determination to end any chance of healing. I struggle with whether that experience makes me more or less equipped to make this decision for my equine friend. His condition is not deteriorating. He is alert and energetic – but painfully thin.

“Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart’s intuition”. – Steve Jobs

My horse has not indicated to me the time is right, and I have given him permission to cross over if he is finished. I am at peace with waiting for his decision, and every day I grieve his imminent departure. I pray that I am open to the answers that arrive.

UPDATE: For the first time this morning (May 14, 2018), he was not interested in food. He has spoken, and the vet sees him at 1:00 this afternoon. Please think of him and help send his spirit to the place where there is no more disease.

Where the Wild Things Grow

It’s finally warming up here in Wyoming! The plants and trees are budding out and growing. We bought our property in July 2011 and there is constant work to beautify and upgrade.  It was a blank canvas without any landscaping when we bought it.  The previous owners’ idea of landscaping consisted of pouring gravel and rock to the edge of every building.  The first couple of years were spent picking up trash and debris and raking gravel away from the buildings.  I finally found bare ground!  FB_IMG_1525710371246Eventually, I bought a few plants to plant in front of the house.  That’s when I entered into a battle with Wyoming winters and 6800 feet elevation.

Thus far,  I’ve been fairly successful.  The Columbines, Yarrow, Sages, and Wild Rose have all flourished.  I even had a mystery plant show up last fall!  I’m fairly certain it’s Cinquefoil but I have no idea where it came from! Other plants, such as, the domesticated rose, lavendar, and rosemary have not survived.  Other plants have become tasty treats for the local antelope herd.  I’ve learned not to count things out too early as some plants are slower to emerge each year.

Last year I completed my spiral garden. That was a challenging project!  I’m overjoyed with the plants that have come back and am excited to watch them grow.  As my garden has grown more of Nature’s little creatures have come to visit.  As I look back at pictures tracking my progression, I am amazed.  That amazement and joy has transformed into a reflection of how my landscaping projects could mirror my business.FB_IMG_1525709424962

Melisa Pearce, founder and creator of the Equine Gestalt Coaching Method and my mentor has often referred to her business as a crafting project.  I have tried to apply that thought process many times over but it just wasn’t a fit. However, if I equate it to my landscaping projects it is a perfect fit!

I began with nothing,  a blank canvas. Like my growing season, my coaching sessions with my horses is limited to about half the year.  Each year I groom the land,  preparing space to hold my sessions and events.  I plan workshops and events. Thus far, I’ve not found the right ones that flourish.  Some have perished like the domesticated rose.  Others are slow growing but keep coming back. I have several ideas in the works for this year and just like finding the right plants for this environment, I need to find the right “feel” or themes for Wyoming.  As I reflect on my garden and the plants that have flourished here an awareness that the “wild” ones have done better.  Maybe, I’ve been holding on too tight to creating that perfectly cultivated workshop and event?  Maybe I should let it be a little wild, thorny and free?

Maybe I need to come from a place of Where the Wild Things Grow and let the ideas flow.


Michelle Sidun