The Equine Artisan Escape

The Equine Artisan Escape The art and science of lifestyle engineering for an artisan escape, virtually or physically, through

A multi faceted holistic coaching community, focused predominantly on the philosophy of working with people and helping them to achieve flow in their lives through lifestyle engineering and design elements such as goal setting, visioning and step by step realization of dreams. The beauty and metamorphosis reached on the journey and throughout the process is integral to the art of escape. Finding t

he time and the path to follow in achieving "flow" through lifestyle engineering and coaching is included in this process. Ultimately the formation of a community of eco friendly artisans having time to enjoy nature is paramount. The process of painting, photography, sculpture, drawing, dancing, riding horses, doing pilates or what have you in nature's glory and celebrating with gratitude all God has created for us with our family and friends defines our escape physically. We also believe in virtual escapism, stories, videos, photos and anything beautiful that uplifts ones' spirit is welcome!

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Viking, AB
T0B4N0

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Monday 9am - 5pm
Tuesday 4pm - 5pm
Wednesday 4pm - 5pm
Thursday 4pm - 5pm
Friday 9am - 5pm
Saturday 10am - 5pm
Sunday 10am - 5pm

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780 870 8898

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My Story: The Rococo Rider

Ladies have you given up your personal equine passions? Have your desires, health, fitness and goals been put on the back burner for your family or work? Would you like to get inspired with others to get back in the game, get moving, take action and do a lot of the things you have always wanted to accomplish? Are you ready to re-engineer your life focus and find self-actualization and the “flow” that has been waiting for years to get rekindled? Join me as I begin my own journey from an out-of-shape, stiff (but observant and wishful) person seeking to have fun, vibrancy and an exciting and adventurous second half of life!

I am Carole Poche (Karolina Pocs), I started riding in Calgary (Alberta, Canada) with my dad (Chester Poche or in Hungarian: Geza Pocs, pronounced like “poach”), as my instructor when I was about 10 years old, until his passion when I was 15. He was first generation Canadian, born in 1916, from Hungary, first language Hungarian. His grandfather had been a Hussar (calvary officer) in the Hungarian army. He came to Canada with my grandmother in 1917. I thought coming to Canada had to do with world war 1, but when visiting my father’s cousins in 1994 in Hungary, I discovered my grandparents had run off to Canada for a much more romantic reason. Grandma was raised Catholic, in fact in the village of Hecze in the province of Tokai (quite close to Transylvania actually) there is a large monastery, not far far the Maria Pocs cathedral (Pocs is the Hungarian spelling of my Canadianized last name “Poche”, pronounced the same “poach). Granpa was actually protestant and grandma was Catholic, my maternal great grandmother on my granfather’s side had been protestant and they had broken a huge family tradition on the Poche side attending the protestant church. My grandmother however, was a fervent Catholic. The infighting of the family in this small village drove them to Canada and each time I watch the movie Fiddler on the Roof, I am deeply reminded of this Hungarian village which looks much the same today and in fact my cousin Tomas has a Bed and Breakfast in Hecze today!

When I was born my dad asked my mom when would I be christened and baptized? My mom asked, why they would consider that. His response was, “... she is a girl, so she is Catholic”. which threw my mother for a loop. The way in which my grandparents had solved religious issues was simple, the girls went to Catholic mass with grandma in Lethbridge and the boys attended the protestant church with grandpa. All the boys were protestant and all the girls in their family were raised Catholic. Then I broke tradition once again, when I was in grade one, walking a very long ways to school at Mee Ya No in Edmonton, where I would be bussed today. I saw a church each day and decided I would attend Sunday school. I was very drawn to the colourful glass windows. No one came with me, but I had my mom get me up and choose clothes for me and I went. I still can not remember why no one else went, I could have purely gotten it into my head that it was something I wanted to do alone, I was very independent from a young age.

When my dad was transferred to Calgary in 1972, we started attending Bethel Baptist with the neighbours, it was a huge, amazing foundational church in down town Calgary where sky scrapers stand today. Throughout my teen years, I remember very traditional little old ladies with their hats, wonderful hymns and singing, sitting in the balcony for service or the belfry tower for teen Sunday school, with the pigeons chatting to each other and the sun shining into a little colourful room filled love. Sometimes the oldest neighbour girl and I helped look after the babies in the day care. That was a stretch for me, I was raised as an only child, as my 4 older brothers and sisters (from my mom’s first marriage) were much older. The next brother to me was 12 years older, but we have always had a great relationship considering they were older and raised in Saskatchewan. I was eventually Baptized when I was 15, in a non-denominational protestant church, a big new booming centre that reflected the growth and prosperity of the oil industry, Calgary and Alberta.