It’s been two years since I ventured out on my own to purchase 40 acres of raw land in the high desert of southwestern Arizona, near the Mexico border. There was something sacred about this land and area that I felt deep in my bones, my spirit was yearning for it. I remember standing on this property for the first time in awe and felt “yes, this is it, this is where I belong”. Two years into the build, the house is done, the property is mostly fenced, the arena is mostly up, the stalls are mostly up, everything is still part way or “mostly” done.. I’m an impatient visionary, I see the lavender growing, everything in its place, and the land coming alive again after the disturbance of building. I wish everything was done, but is it ever really “done”? Probably not for me, my list of projects changes and continues, I often wonder what this is about, is it to escape myself, am I ADHD because thats the new fad now, people my age being diagnosed with ADHD as if this gives reason for us to just not go deep to find where the restlessness comes from. I feel like the last two years was a blur because it went so fast, totally breaking the bank, this took everything financially just to get where I am now, I literally live paycheck to paycheck which is scary at 55 years old, it’s like I’m betting everything that this land will care for me as I age.. I don’t always make the best decisions financially, I take risks to achieve my dreams, my passion for the horses and this healing work I want to share with others. It’s all worth it in the end, I’m so blessed and grateful for this life I’ve been given, these opportunities that not everyone gets to experience, one thing I don’t do is live in fear of stepping out and taking a chance. Take the chance, do what you dream of, even if you fall down, dust yourself off and get back in the saddle.
