When I reflect on my life, I see that even since just a year ago, there has been tremendous internal and external change. I wonder which came first? A year ago, I lived in my little cabin as a bit of a recluse. I did not want to go out much, even to buy groceries or have dinner with friends. Somehow, this felt right for a few years though it was a small little life. There was most definitely a sense of agoraphobia mixed in as well. Going out too much, except for going to the barn to ride or going to teach, provoked some anxiety. Continue reading “Agoraphobia to Agri-Myco-Equi-philia”
Agoraphobia to Agri-Myco-Equi-philia
