Welcome to Woke Horsehumanship

I did not grow up surrounded by or involved in the horse world. My experiences and interactions with them were far and few between. Growing up in the urban setting of Hudson County NJ in walking distance to the Lincoln Tunnel I only spent time with horses on our visits to the family farm my Grandparents began creating in 1971 in Guernsey County OH. On this farm lived my mom's "green" appaloosa named Scholar and a burro named Herman. I can count on probably two hands the public trail rides and a couple of private riding lessons I had had in my youth. Yet I had an undeniable attraction to horses. This eventually lead me at the age of 27 to move from NJ to FL to explore my horse interest.  I did not know what direction to head regarding school/career/work.  I had an immediate "in".  My mother who had done her own pursuit of rekindling her past relationship with horses was now a volunteer therapeutic riding instructor at a nonprofit program in FL.  At that program was my mother's second horse Kelsaad whom she meet and began riding when a colleague from her career of Midwifery needed a riding partner for him and his mother. She eventually brought Kelsaad to join the program and the herd there.  I began volunteering there and then eventually working part-time.  This is where I meet Tuesday and our relationship began.