This is the story of how I began dancing with horses.

I did not think that I would ride again. I had ridden as a child, and that, I thought, was that. But one Sunday I happened to drive by a horse show, with its carousel of little girls in their velvet hats and snug navy jackets and shiny boots. Each one was perched on an impossibly lovely pony, all going round and round and up and over jumps that would make a mommy blanch. I watched, leaning against the fence in the shade at the far end of the arena, far from the crowd. Which was good, because then they could not see me weep when the gorgeous curve of one bay horse’s neck caught me by surprise, undid me completely right then and there. And then I understood that it was necessary for me to ride. And then to do more than ride, to learn to speak to the horses through movement, their native language, and mine. RIDE© is the fruit of those dreams and my love letter to all the pretty horses, and to you.

I have been a dancer and a lover of horses most of my life. Much of that time was in fact an out of body experience. Years of dance training meant pushing the body, often with very little awareness of what my own body was telling me about pain and limitation. My body was a first of all a vehicle for dancing – I expected it to work. When I found myself hungering to dance with horses, not just ride them, but draw together my two great passions – horses and dance – I discovered to my surprise that it was the horses that brought me most deeply into my body. By learning to communicate clearly with them through the shared language of movement and touch, I also learned how to live more fully and attentively in my own body. Horse Dancing bridges my experiences with horses and my lifelong practice as a mover. It is about what horses can teach us about the wild and subtle language of the body.

My dancing with horses is rooted in my practice as a rider - the daily rituals of grooming, wrapping, tacking up, caring for and loving my horses. I have spent thousands of hours in the saddle, and thousands more touching horses, standing with my nose to theirs, watching them crop grass, breathing their dense sweet scent, and learning from trainers and teachers how to be a conscientious and conscious horsewoman. Martha Graham said that it takes ten years to make a dancer. One of my trainers told me early on that to be a rider takes two lifetimes. I pray that I have the gift of the next one to spend in the company of horses.