Straight From The Horse's Mouth

As we move through life we often find nuggets of inspiration. For me I have collected these little gems them through years of journaling all of my dreams and meditations. Like a treasure box I hold each one dear. Below is one of my entries:

February 25, 2011: I meditate daily in total silence. No music, no imagery cues, I do not go to a garden or to a mountain. I sit in silence and still my mind and if I come away with a blank slate. I thank my guides and start my day feeling connected. Through my meditations I have been given clear directions to write children's books of my own. I was given 3 separate messages this week.
1) I saw a rolling farmland of fields all adorned in multicolored fabric – a black tubular substance broke through this image as if it were black oil paint – or black toothpaste and covered the entire image
2) I saw the same rolling fields of fabric as real crops all dried up – all brown and withered
3) I saw an illustration (in my artistic style) of three calico horses made of fabric standing on a hill

This collection of meditation notes became a young adult novel, it was released March 26, 2014 and only four days later Barnes and Nobles placed an order for 1200 books causing this to go into a second printing. I illustrated the cover as I saw it given to me in meditation. I created a video for this book with the same imagery I saw unfolding over and over again as the horses that were threatened came to me.

I was given the idea to use children's Equine Art Camp as part of my story. I developed this wonderful place for children to meet the wild horses that had been rescued and motivate their creative abilities through art. I am about to take that fictional part of the book and make it a reality!

I am about to embark on my very first book tour where I will be teaching Child/Parent Equine Watercolor Workshops throughout the US. Students will learn how to meditate and connect with the artist within.

This is a hands-on equine watercolor lesson for ALL levels. I teach a very loose style, erasers and pencils will not be needed as we will “sketch with paint.” Anyone can do this – there ARE NO MISTAKES only learning. A portion of all proceeds will benefit wild horse and burro sanctuaries. Autographed books will be given to all along with a new ability to paint freely.

Connecting with the spirit of the horse enables us to speak through art. It was through this connection that I was able to write and illustrate Calico Horses and the Patchwork Trail. Just look at all of the people that will come to learn about this story and art!

EQUINE WATERCOLOR WORKSHOP SCHEDULE
April 23, 2014: 4:00Pm - 5:30 pm Twirl Toy Store/Playhouse – along
with Moby Dickens Bookshop Taos, NM
May 17, 2014: 2:00pm - 5:00 pm Return to Freedom – Lompoc, CA
June 1, 2014: Hidden Valley Protection Fund – Reno, NV
June 7, 2014: Wind River Reservation – Riverton, WY sponsored by Wild Horse Education
June 8, 2014: Zuma's Rescue Ranch – Littleton, CO
June, TBA 2014 Bee Hive Books – Santa Fe, NM
Aug. 23, 2014 Chapters Bookstore – Fredericton, NB, Canada
Sept., TBA 2014: The Country Book Shop – Southern Pines, NC
Sept., TBA 2014: Moore County Driving Club – Southern Pines, NC - Speaking Engagement
Oct., TBA 2014: Salem County 4-H Club – Predricktown, NJ

The wild horses came to me in meditation and asked me to tell their story, but they also showed me that I needed to MOVE my thoughts into action. What purpose would it serve to record every meditation and hear their cries if I had closed my journal and stayed put? Now is the time to connect to your inner voice to find YOUR purpose.


Begin today by using meditation to uncover your hidden treasure. To learn more please read my book.
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Who Is Sand?

All my life I have enjoyed the feel of sand on my bare feet. Beach sand is more than it seems as I have recently discovered. I always thought of it as stones, rocks or “beach stuff” that was just fine and silky– and sometimes stuck to the areas under my swimsuit. Moving to the Florida Keys and away from the northern shores of the Atlantic, I was shocked as I stepped upon the brittle broken coral, which blankets a favorite beach of mine in Key West. This made me take a whole new look at the sands of various beaches I have walked upon. As I thought of other coastlines I have explored such as California, Cape Cod, Aruba, Israel, Italy, France, Greece, Turkey and recently in Scotland, I was reminded of how unique they are. How could I have thought that the brown sugary sands of my childhood home in southern New Jersey would appear worldwide?

As I sat upon the shallow ocean floor one day near my home in the Florida Keys, I was amazed at what I found. I began that glorious trenching of my hands into the soft ground below and all around me. I let my hands sift each handful and watched as it scattered like dust making the clear water glitter. I was startled as I looked into my hands in wonder and utter surprise. This didn’t look like sand at all. I saw tiny fragments of bone, shell, coral, plant, animal…life.

Water meditations are often filled with unusual messages and on this day I sat in the shallow sea and closed my eyes. I gathered the sand and held it in my palms and began my meditation. The lights shimmered across my mind's screen and I began to open up to them. Who are you? I thought. When did you live and from where have you come? Slowly I let the sand settle not wanting to disturb it. A new awareness of what I was treading upon­ came to me. An understanding of what my bare feet were connecting with. I finished the meditation and continued to sit in silence soaking up all that I had just experienced. 

Asking questions during meditation can sometimes bring replies, but not always during the time you are seated. Slowly I got up and thanked All that IS. I knew I was not alone and that feeling of love wrapped itself around me as the sun warmed my skin. I marveled at the sand as I felt it more alive to me, yes, I thought, who are you?

And as I walked back along the route I had come I looked down at my footprints and they spoke softly to me…I am you.
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To learn more about meditation please read my book.