The Arizona hills are dry and bright. I left Baltimore yesterday in sleet and have flown 2,000 miles to spend half a day with a woman I've only met on the phone. Crazy? Yes, but these are crazy times for me.As I step out of the car, a yellow Lab bounds up and lets me bury my face in his fur. "That's Cole," says the willowy young woman striding up in jeans, dusty boots and a Carhartt vest that matches her sage green eyes. This is my new teacher, Koelle Simpson.I follow Koelle into the dry, tidy barnyard, where cacti grow in the paddocks and shaggy horses tread dust, not grass. Her mellifluous voice andcalm presence are just what I expected from a shaman, horse whisperer, life coach. More important, they are just what I need.
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