My worldview becomes more expansive, and my heart grows several sizes larger, and more compassionate, when I am connected to my higher power.

A detached leg of the dead foal got dragged to the porch of the house like a prize, and that was how everyone found out.

The comment surprised me because I was not even aware of acting in a risk-taking way. 

My dad looks uncomfortable in the photo: perplexed, hunch-shouldered, brows knitted.

When a child has feelings, but these feelings never get validated by a caregiver, the kid grows up to not know anything about himself, or what’s genuine, or what’s dangerous. He does not know how to love himself.

“If the high-school girls are too pretty, just talk to them. That'll clear it up.”

Being officially un-housed and in transit again has given me a finer appreciation for how ephemeral things are—how easily changeable.

In gardens, there are hard and soft boundaries. Gardening is a good activity for practicing boundaries.

So, I ran away.

Cold weather wakes the horses up. It makes them alert, like they've been caffeinated.

Remember: You cannot physically force a horse to do anything.

Horses embody fundamental laws of the universe, like entropy. 

The time has come for me to sit down, roll up my sleeves, and make significant repairs to my own circuitry and wiring.

I feel extra witchy this winter.

Because that's what laughter is—a key to unlocking truths larger than ourselves.

I knew from our correspondence that Mina was Iranian-Icelandic by heritage, and she had a sort of witchy interest in Nordic runes and vampires.

In Paris, I’d been in love with my small, ragamuffin band of artists, students, and environmental activists.

Is that distance—the distance between here and people—the reason my brother did not make it?

But when he's good, he's so good. And what if my brother had ever made it to good?

And of course, stupid American, oysters do not save well in the refrigerator.

The necklace is not the only treasure that's been lost between generations in my family.

A fresh rain has come to cleanse everything, and to water the parched winter earth. The tree roots in my yard will drink deeply.

I must take my lessons from horsemanship: no fidgeting or yanking. Rather, anticipating, finessing, outsmarting.

She was who taught me to put dollar signs in all my work passwords, in order to manifest success.

I wish I could travel back in time and visit that girl. I’d give her a big hug. I’d laugh at her jokes, so she’d know when she’s funny.

The task in front of us now is to find it in our hearts to forgive this woman for the rude thing she said to the waiter.

Somewhere in there, I auditioned on my clarinet to join a classical music ensemble.

To be a lady who is interested in allure, in our small desert town, can invite disapproval from the other ladies—with their dry wrinkly faces, their hiking boots and crunchy granola.

Whenever I pull the High Priestess, I know that I need to seek a deeper connection with this archetype.

There is only me, and there is only today, and only the task at hand.

You need to stick to just bullet points for a 10th step. If you start telling a story, that will only escalate your resentment.

Another word for “time-map” might be “schedule.” A to-do list. A how-to manual. A choreography. A poem.

I can’t explain it, but horses know where, when, why, and how to run that road to freedom.

In moments like these, I need to retreat into my own spiritual work. Take no outside opinions—not until I am certain of my own convictions.

She was always trying to brush loose threads off the shoulders of my coat. Like I was rough around the edges, in a way that perturbed her maternal instinct.

You have reached out to touch that dewdrop with your fingertips.