08/09/2026
Someone once asked me if I really found this work fulfilling.
I thought about that recently while standing in a field with a teenager who was finding life really bloody hard.
Talking was difficult.
But then they started chatting to one of the horses.
Stroking them. Telling them things. Just being with them.
And I watched their shoulders drop.
You could actually see something change.
And then the words came.
We talked about some really difficult things that day not sitting opposite each other in a counselling room, but standing side by side with a horse.
That's the bit I find hard to explain about this work.
Sometimes it feels like the horses already know.
Not the diagnosis. Not the history. Not what's written on a referral.
But they notice.
The tension. The uncertainty. The trying too hard. The wanting to connect but not quite knowing how.
And they respond.
I've watched children who find connection difficult be completely absorbed in the smallest conversations with a horse.
I've watched people begin to see something about themselves through the way a horse responds to them.
And recently, I watched someone finish their session, walk away, then turn around and go all the way back.
They wrapped their arms around the horse and simply said:
“Thank you.”
That got me.
Because sometimes we don't need someone to ask us another question.
Sometimes we need to feel safe enough to stop holding everything quite so tightly.
And sometimes, for reasons we're still learning so much about, a horse helps us get there.
So yes.
I think I'll keep standing in fields with people and horses. 💚🐴
