02/05/2026
Horses have been part of my life for as long as I can remember, not just as animals, but as quiet companions, steady teachers, and mirrors to my soul. From my very first days, they were there, in the background of childhood memories, in the rhythm of growing up, in the spaces where words were never quite enough.
It hasn’t always been graceful. I’ve fallen more times than I can count, broken bones, stitches, the kind of knocks that leave their mark. But somehow, even in those painful moments, I never felt pulled away from them, only drawn back stronger. Because horses don’t just teach you how to ride, they teach you resilience, courage, and how to get back up when you’ve been thrown down.
There was a time, though, when I stepped away. For a few years, I lost that connection, and in many ways, I lost myself too. Life drifted, things felt a little dimmer, and something deep inside me went quiet.
But then Jay came into my life and gently led me back home, back to the horses, back to that part of my soul I didn’t even realise I’d been missing so deeply. Sometimes it takes someone else to remind you of who you really are.
And if I’m honest, somewhere along the way I lost my nerve. After everything, the falls, the injuries, the time away, it chipped at my confidence. It’s taken me all this time to begin trusting them again, and just as importantly, trusting myself as a rider. Even now, there’s a voice that creeps in, telling me I’m not good enough, that I’ve lost something I once had.
But this time feels different. This time, I’m not listening to that voice. I’m learning to quieten it, to come back to presence, to connection, to truth. Because the horses don’t see me that way, they never have. They meet me exactly where I am, and that’s enough.
They have carried me through some of my hardest moments, the times when life felt heavy, uncertain, or overwhelming. In their presence, I found a kind of peace that didn’t need explaining. They never asked questions, never judged, never rushed me. They simply stood beside me, grounding me, reminding me to breathe, to feel, to be.
And they’ve been there for the joy, too, the freedom of riding, the quiet magic of early mornings in the yard, the unspoken understanding between two hearts moving as one. There is something deeply spiritual in that connection, a silent language that goes beyond words, where trust, energy, and emotion flow freely. Horses have a way of seeing us as we truly are, and gently guiding us back to ourselves.
As I step into my 47th year, I feel a renewed sense of gratitude and purpose. I’m embracing this connection more fully than ever before, leaning into the healing, the presence, the quiet wisdom they offer. It feels like coming home in a deeper way.
And now, with so much love and anticipation, I’m looking forward to welcoming a new addition to our family. Another soul to connect with, to learn from, and to grow alongside. The journey continues, and my heart is open.
I’m also really looking forward to heading to Badminton later next week with Heather and Abbie, something special to look forward to, surrounded by the world that has always meant so much to me.
For those who understand the bond between humans and horses, you’ll know, it’s never just about riding. It’s about connection. It’s about healing. It’s about something beautifully, powerfully spiritual.
And I am so grateful to still be walking this path.
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