Meet the horses

The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer


"It doesn’t interest me

what you do for a living.

I want to know

what you ache for

and if you dare to dream

of meeting your heart’s longing.


It doesn’t interest me

how old you are.

I want to know

if you will risk

looking like a fool

for love

for your dream

for the adventure of being alive.


It doesn’t interest me

what planets are

squaring your moon...

I want to know

if you have touched

the centre of your own sorrow

if you have been opened

by life’s betrayals

or have become shrivelled and closed

from fear of further pain.


I want to know

if you can sit with pain

mine or your own

without moving to hide it

or fade it

or fix it.


I want to know

if you can be with joy

mine or your own

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you

to the tips of your fingers and toes

without cautioning us

to be careful

to be realistic

to remember the limitations

of being human.


It doesn’t interest me

if the story you are telling me

is true.

I want to know if you can

disappoint another

to be true to yourself.

If you can bear

the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.


I want to know if you can see Beauty

even when it is not pretty

every day.

And if you can source your own life

from its presence.


I want to know

if you can live with failure

yours and mine

and still stand at the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon,



It doesn’t interest me

to know where you live

or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after the night of grief and despair

weary and bruised to the bone

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.


It doesn’t interest me

who you know

or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand

in the centre of the fire

with me

and not shrink back.


It doesn’t interest me

where or what or with whom

you have studied.

I want to know

what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.


I want to know

if you can be alone

with yourself

and if you truly like

the company you keep

in the empty moments."


Sultana the Leader


Sultana is a 7 year old Andalusian filly.

Along with Cleo, Sultana was also looked after by

our friend Leanna.


Sultana was abandoned as a baby and had to overcome fears of being left again. As she is still growing, she is very playful and can be challanging at times.


Since the arrival of Spirit, she has grown from being the "Baby" to being the "The Leader"


She is growing in her wisdom but she is wonderful in allowing you to be yourself with no judgements.


Working with Sultana will give you an oppportunity to find your "true" assertion style and congruent confidence.










Spirit the Wise One


Spirit is a 5 year old Irish Pony Cob.

In August 2017, when we lost our beloved Blaze

we welcomed this beautiful and gentle baby.

A Big Joyful presence - ever loving and always looking for



Together with Sultana, the family is now complete.


Working with Spirit will give you an opportunity to find

a way to establish congruent and honest boundaries - with

no aggression but with softness and gentleness. He reflects

back with absolute honesty and accuracy.

The Friends no longer with us


Blaze is a Friesian Cross 13 year old mare.

She is soft, gentle and loving . Looking into her eyes is like looking into a deep wise ocean.

Blaze is a gentle leader who will never hurt you and will always look after you.


After a long court battle with her ex-owner,

we had to return her.


We have been told she is doing well

and everyday we send our love to each other.

Always together - as space is not a barrier





Cleo sadly and tragically passed away in 2014.

Her loss has touched the heart of all the people who knew her and loved her deeply.

To us Cleo gave us the gift freedom and unlimited love

In her last day Cleo was surrounded by everyone who loved her.


Rest in Peace beautiful soul.

We all loved you and always will.


As Mary Elizabeth Frye wrote:


"Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die"