Father Winter has made himself known in Colorado. His hello did not include whimsical snowflakes landing gently on my nose. Instead, as I trudged down to feed the horses, I was greeted by icy cold specks of sleet darting horizontally from the north and biting my checks. Corazon, full of impatience, chased Moon through the fields, and both carried on bucking and kicking. Even though I had come down an hour early, their frosty manes and frozen whiskers told me it still was not soon enough.

The girls were sporting white iced half-blankets on their backs, nature’s special way of insulating. The two mares waited calmly with a steady eye on my every move. Snickers, the mustang filly I have been fostering, pranced around and then stuck her head through the wood slats, snatching the hay from my hands just as fast as she could. I couldn’t blame her. It was only 5 degrees in the rosy light of morning.

Inkie quickly made the rounds through all of her secret hunting spots. Within moments she was at my feet lifting her paws and seeking relief from the bitter cold. I could have been grumpy as the sharp sleet pelted my face; instead it made me feel alive and connected to my herd.

Another cold winter has arrived and another year has passed. Reflecting back, it was a full year packed with programs, changes, growth, horses coming, a few horses leaving, and new opportunities.

Many of you have been with me for years. You know that I have lived a life filled with outdoor adventures, expanded moments of consciousness, and especially change. You have also seen that when I move into finer alignment, manifestations come quickly.

I was absolutely thrilled when we found the farm in Longmont in 2011 and I made the move from the mountains down to the Boulder area. It has been great to reconnect with old friends and the spiritual horse community along the front-range is very stimulating.

Now, as 2012 comes to a close, it became clear to me that in order to create my next vision another major change would need to happen. I am so pleased to announce that through several serendipitous events, I have purchased a home with acreage for the horses and space for the programs. The new facilities will be slightly smaller and much more manageable. The land feels sacred and is very quiet. Large cottonwoods stretch to the sky and evergreen pine trees buffer the west winds. A canal runs the length of the property through the fields and lovely views create a sense of space. The first few times I visited the property I saw a Teepee in my mind’s eye. I sense the energy of the past here and I believe my horses will be happy with the shamanic roots that are present.

The experience of finding and obtaining the house and property was the result of divine intervention. The timely meetings and events are too numerous to share with you today—but someday I am sure I will write about it. Every person who helped played an important role. I have been surrounded by a team of kind professionals who took care of all the details. As we all sat at the closing table everyone was in full agreement that to close on the property in the way we did, over two holidays, was very exceptional.

I am convinced that the woman who had lived in the house for twenty years (a kind lady, world class saddle maker and endurance rider), and who has now passed over, did all she could from the other side to help me become the next occupant of her home and land. It was her wish that the Wounded Warriors Organization have the land. That was not possible. I hope she finds peace in knowing that others will be here healing, connecting with nature and horses, and expanding into a deeper sense of their authentic self.

It is a sweet spot, a true sanctuary, and feels very intimate. I think you will find treasures of all sorts here. The new property is in Berthoud, the next town over from Longmont and only 10 minutes away from the old facility. All travel information for attending a program stays the same.

How much easier can it get?