“For seven years, I was bedridden. A freak accident leading to chronic illness had stolen my life, my independence, my hope.
I’d tried everything – doctors, specialists, treatments, therapies. Nothing worked. Until nature called me home.
It wasn’t a new experience. It was as though the universal energy grounded me, rooting me back into who I’d always been. I grew up with horses and animals. They were my first language, my true home, my only sanctuary. But somewhere along the way, the noise of the world caused me to lose my way.
I literally had no choice but to crawl out onto the rugged Yorkshire moorland garden if I was to be able to give the love and attention to those innocent, playful and vulnerable lambs. I sat with my pet lambs and goats. I simply was with them. No agenda, no force, no trying. Just presence.
They healed me as much, if not more, than I could help them. You can’t know unconditional love until you have experienced something so profound as that.
And slowly – so slowly – something ancient within me began to remember.
In time, the wild horses on the Quantocks and Exmoor became my teachers. They showed me what I’d forgotten. How to be present in my body again. How to trust the wisdom that lives beneath words. They shone the light through the darkness, illuminating the way out of the noise and wilderness I’d been lost in.
The moorlands held me. The animals guided me. And the healing that saved my life wasn’t something I did – it was something I allowed by stepping away from the noise and returning to the wild, sacred spaces where my soul could finally breathe.
This is why I created The Exmoor Solace. Because I know – from lived experience – that some healing cannot happen in consulting rooms. Some breakthroughs require us to step away from clinical settings and return to the ancient wisdom that lives in nature, in animals, in the land beneath our feet.
If you’re stuck, if you’re suffering, if you’ve tried everything and the noise of the world has caused you to lose your way – I understand. And I’m here to guide you back home to yourself, just as the wild horses guided me.
The moorlands are waiting. The horses are waiting. The animals are waiting. Your soul remembers the way back. Let me help you find it.”
— Tania
Clinical Hypnotherapist | Psychotherapist | Nature & Animal-Assisted Therapy Specialist
