I’ve always felt most alive in the presence of horses. Growing up my version of church was the soul-stirring energy of a herd running by. The rhythmic thundering of their hooves echoing everything I knew to be wildly true. Yet, back then, all I could do was witness with reverence. I never anticipated how much my purpose, my existence, would find its stride with theirs.

Since then, I’ve been fiercely chasing down experiences and people that expand my soul. Something my corporate career in marketing could never do. From finding heart-pounding purpose as a firefighter to coming alive in the mountains as a ski patroller; I tend to collect stories like souvenirs. All of which have influenced how I've taken shape in the world. But, despite finding immense belonging in the stories of my life, something was still missing. 

Until four years ago when I moved out West and met my heart horse on a ranch in Wyoming. Biscuit wasn’t some pristine and friendly pony like his name hinted. He was scrappy, scarred, and as stubborn as they come. The definition of a one-woman horse with the body and soul of a mustang. He chose me for my first ride out in the backcountry, and, despite his rough edges, I chose him back. 

That season Biscuit’s old bones and mine went everywhere together.

Above all, he always led me back to my unbridled self when I needed it most.

How I Took My Unbridled Form

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Amy

He simply took me where I needed to be: over rambling red rocks, along dry desert valleys, through spirit breaking storms, into stillness under a night sky of stars, and to fields of wildflowers that caught their breath with the rising sun. 





& now I exist to do the same for you.

There is no right or wrong way to take your Unbridled Form. & although mustangs for muses are highly encouraged; I’ll welcome and honor your awakening, the invitation to your highest calling, in whatever form it takes.

In our work, you'll know that you’ve met your Biscuit when you discover that: vulnerability isn’t worth fearing, duality is lovely, real partnerships breathe with ease, creation can soften us, and no trail is impassible when we surrender to each other in our fullest expression. 

So tell me about the art in you - in your vision - and let’s go there together. 

Rooting for you,