I’m a living, breathing sculpture

Your job is to chisel away the

Sand of self-doubt.

It’s in the bend of my neck

The span of my back

The stride of my step

The soft of my eye

You ask me for truth

And I don’t lie

It’s in the drop of my chin

The slant of my ears.

I carry you on my back

And meet you at the fence

It’s the nicker of hello

The invitation to join me.

Now you understand I’m finished work

Giving you permission

To explore and uncover

What ought to make you proud.

It’s the bounce of my trot

My head by your shoulder

This open gate

For you to find a gift.

Art Prescription: My final Women’s Intuitive Riding luncheon was today. Four groups of women from four mornings come together to share their experience with horses.

While in yoga this morning the words to my thoughts started taking shape.

Watercolor sketch in my journal: