Wednesday, March 4, 2015


Walking in the West Palm Beach neighborhood
How perfect to visit a version of what initially sent me to India. It wasn't quite as bad as seeing the starving dog with the broken jaw, but there were shades of similarity. When I went inside the horses, I felt like vomiting. Interesting that the state of inner peace stayed in place, but an emotional/visceral layer came into focus. More gratitude for how much has changed inwardly.

Fact checked a few items on my training approach for horses. All thumbs up, so my current thinking will be my approach when I start riding again in May.

Remarkable to hear people's life stories. What is arising out of the interviews is far exceeding my expectations.


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