08/13/2026
Friends, may I ask a favour?
One of the hardest parts of releasing a book is reaching beyond the people who already know my work. Red Barn Books is a small independent publisher, which Ayesha runs alongside her work as a teacher. With only a small advertising budget, word-of-mouth truly does make a difference.
If you’ve enjoyed my writing over the years, would you consider sharing this post? You might add a few words about why you follow my writing, or simply say, “I thought someone here might enjoy this.” A personal recommendation carries more weight than any advertisement ever could.
There is absolutely no pressure to order a book yourself. Helping us introduce THINK. FEEL. RIDE. to someone new would be a wonderful show of support.
Here’s just one story we’d love you to share — with a horse-loving friend, or in a group where book recommendations are welcome. Thank you for reading, commenting, sharing and making this community what it is. Every book that finds its way to the right reader begins with someone saying, “I think you might like this…”
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RISING TROT
Can you recall your most sublime moments in the saddle, when you knew that it was as good as it would ever get? Is it even possible to narrow down a lifetime with horses, to just those precious few snapshots stored in our memory? Yes. I believe this, with all my heart.
In the first memory, I am sixteen years old. It is a Saturday in June and I am on Eclipse. We have been two years in weekly dressage lessons, in the hands of the most brilliant teacher. Every spring, Eclipse leaves the boarding barn and comes home to stay on the farm with me. During the cold months, he is boarded out, thanks to my unstoppable mother who somehow works two jobs to pay for it all.
Yes, I am incredibly fortunate, because loving this horse is the best thing that could happen to me. On Eclipse, I become a centauress. Without him, I am an awkward misfit at school.
Eclipse, like most Thoroughbreds, has an unbelievable canter. I am young, summer holidays loom, my saddle and boots fit perfectly. Everything is just so comfortable. My horse and I are both just so sure.
I swing on easily, sigh and settle. We cross the railway tracks that run nearby our home. In so doing, we are faced with about five miles of open, sandy road allowance, leading all the way to Gladys Ridge. This stretch is seldom used and then, only for farmers moving their equipment to and from the fields. On this brilliant blue day, it belongs solely to us.
Eclipse is, by now, a medium-level dressage horse. He is light and beautifully balanced. With one hand in my vest pocket and the other on his double reins, we canter this entire stretch of dirt road. He blows happily through his nostrils with every stride and his bit and bradoon clink softly.
I somehow know, while sitting to that effortless movement, so awash in the joy emanating from my beautiful friend, that this will be one of the best moments of my life. All these lessons, all these tears, all my bloodied knees, have paled in the perfection of this one glorious morning.
I know that I will never ride this horse’s like again. It’s a profound realization for a sixteen-year-old and you know, as it turns out, I was right.
The second perfect memory to lodge in my heart, I am driving the chestnut Welsh mare, Kinistino. She is that rarity among harness horses and ponies: extremely sensitive and energetic, but honest as the day is long. Everything about our movement is borne from deep knowing and mutual trust. We are heading southwest, away from the babies, housework, money woes and all the jangles that make up early married life.
Kinistino is eating up the miles alongside the waving barley fields, her feet beating a rhythmic tattoo with her spectacular trot. The tug buckles jingle, her ears are up and our reins bounce with every step. From the fence line comes the beautiful song of the meadowlarks. I know, with certainly, that this, right here, is heaven on earth.
All the times I have wondered what the promised land might be like — and there it was, found within an ordinary day. From that time on, I’ve had only to close my eyes and I remember.
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