Beth Schreibman Gehring

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Beth Schreibman Gehring

"Life is an extraordinary gift! Having a life that you love is simple, just ask for it. There are pleasures to be found everywhere and in every moment !

✨ Creating beauty from garden to barn, hearth to field ✨
Storyteller, herbalist, urban gardener, horsewoman, and fairy granny behind Forage and Gather and Hearts and Halters ✨ Lifestyle Artist using a seasonal palette of Love, Life & Food �

Lover of all things Green, Delicious, Growing, Beautiful, Elegant and Fragrant ��

Beth Schreibman Gehring is an author, blogger and photographer who has b

een teaching others to fall madly in love with their lives for over 30 years. Years of experience as a visual stylist blended with an extensive background in public relations, she placed an emphasis on personal and corporate branding allowing her to work in and eventually become the President of Schreibman Jewelers, one of the most prestigious Jewelry, Gift and Tableware businesses in Northeast Ohio. After an impressive career as one of Cleveland's reigning tastemakers, Schreibman Gehring has now turned her talents to teaching others about flowers, lifestyle, cooking, decorating, and entertaining, health and wellness. Think about it, there are so many beautiful pleasures surrounding us every day yet so many times we don't stop to appreciate the simple richness of our lives! I have a fundamental belief that when our homes are the way that we want them to be, no matter how humble or wealthy our means that we create a place for all of our dreams to come true. People are always wondering why I'm smiling, I tell them I'm really lucky....I enjoy what I do! I love to help others learn to live well. I love being the one to show you how to create your dreams, throw the parties that you long to , have your home be your castle. When we've created your perfect life, I've created mine!" ~ BSG

Beth has become a very successful life coach, a skill which she currently merges with her work with The institute of Integrative Nutrition in NYC . She is also about to be certified to teach David Wolfe's Principles of Raw Nutrition, Superfoods and Longevity and is Board Certified by The American Association of Drugless Practitioners. Beth is a Reiki Master , certified in the Usui, Karuna, Brigids Flame and Celtic traditions and is a registered healer with The International Natural Healers Association. Most recently she has become certified with Sara Gottfried, MD. author of "The Hormone Cure", to teach The Hormone Cure as well as the Gottfried Protocols for complete hormone balance. She has also just published her first book entitled; Stirring the Senses - How to fall madly in love with your life and make everyday a day for Candles and Wine! Beth is a also a freelance writer who has been privileged to have many of her articles published nationally. She has enjoyed giving many interviews over the years, most notably to Martha Stewart Living, Gifts and Decorative Accessories, Town and Country and Tableware Today. Beth has also had the distinct honor and pleasure of designing the table settings for several TV series, including Julia Child Cooks at Home with Friends, Julia Child Cooks with Jacque Pepin and the Todd English and Olives Restaurant cooking show while also creating the table setting designs for the books of the same name. Beth is currently Chairman of Education for The Western Reserve Herb Society and is a member of Les Dames d' Escoffier, Cleveland Chapter. Please visit her at her sites: www.theherbanfarmgirl.com

06/17/2026

Jim and I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who reached out with anniversary wishes last Friday.

We had a wonderful day together, and your messages, comments, and kind words made it even more special.

Forty-four years.

Some days it feels like we’ve lived several lifetimes together. Other days it feels like yesterday.

What a gift it has been to share this journey with my best friend.

Thank you all for helping us celebrate.

❤️

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06/16/2026

I was raised in a pretty traditional English horse world. We kept them stalled. They had hay. They had turnout. They came back in at night. I had plenty of pasture and never really questioned any of it until I went to Wyoming for a week-long conference and stayed on a little ranch near the Grand Tetons.

The first morning I was there, the man who owned the place told me to go out to the pasture, yell for P*e Wee, and I would find his hackamore hanging on the fence. I expected some little sturdy western pony. Instead, up came this enormous, beautiful, gentle Thoroughbred, looking at me like, well, are we going?

I rode out onto that open land under those mountains, and it was glorious, the most amazing solo ride I’ve ever had. When I came back, I asked where he wanted me to put him, what stall was his. He just looked at me and said, that is where he lives, with the others. I remember saying, this is Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It gets really cold here. Do they never come in? He pointed to the horses and said, look at them. Do they look unhealthy to you?

They did not. They looked magnificent. Their coats were beautiful. They were content. They were strong. They were living like horses.

I came home, opened my barn doors, sent my horses out, and said, boys, I am really sorry. This is the end of the life you have been living, and maybe one day you will thank me for it.

They did.

From that point on, they were happier than I had ever seen them. They moved. They grazed. They rested. They lived in a herd. They lived in weather. They always had fresh water but mostly chose instead to drink from the Artesian spring that ran through my property. They lived in rhythm. They became so easy to ride. I never had the kinds of problems people now talk about as if they are just part of horse life.

That week in Wyoming changed me. It made me realize how often we ask horses to live in ways that make sense to us, not to them.

Sometimes the greatest lesson a horse gives us is very simple.

They were never meant for the small life.

www.heartsandhalters.com
Trusted horse care rooted in listening.

06/16/2026

One of the hardest things about having a garden I love and a grandson I adore is that my instinct is to let him pick everything.
The strawberries.The Apples. The flowers. The herbs. The peas. If you’ve spent any time with me, you know how much joy I find in watching children experience the natural world with their hands, their noses, and their hearts.
Last year, when Wolfie was two, that worked pretty well, but this year, at three, we’ve run into a new challenge. Somewhere along the way, “picking things with Mimi” became “picking things whenever I see them.”

A couple of days ago, after another flower disappeared into a little hand before permission was asked, we sat down together and talked about it. We came up with a plan. For the next couple of weeks, no picking only sniffing!

Not even if he asks.

That part is hard, because of course I want to say yes. But right now, once picking is allowed, even with permission, it becomes very hard for him to understand why the next beautiful thing is different. His little mind hears, “I can pick,” before it fully understands the conditions around it.

The funny thing is that this isn’t really about my garden.
Most of what grows here wouldn’t hurt him. What worries me is the world beyond my garden. A beautiful berry in someone else’s yard. An interesting seed pod on a walk. A plant that looks harmless until it isn’t.
What I’m really trying to teach him is not “don’t pick.”
I’m trying to teach him to pause, notice, and ask.
To think before he reaches.
Someday he’ll learn which plants are safe and which aren’t. Someday he’ll know the difference between a blueberry and something that only looks inviting.

For now, I just need him to learn one simple habit.
Ask first.

Even when every part of me wants to hand him a basket and tell him to gather whatever catches his eye.

06/12/2026

44 years ago today I married this guy. I’ve never regretted it…love you , now and absolutely forever. ❤️❤️❤️✨✨❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨

06/11/2026

Phew. Yesterday it was a merciless 91 degrees where I was, and our humidity bounced anywhere from 60 to 90%, climbing even higher later in the afternoon. I said to the woman I was helping, do not even bother tacking up. Today is just not a great riding day.

So often good horsemanship is not about asking more but about being willing to care differently.

We are living with a hotter, harsher kind of summer than many of us grew up with. The heat is stronger, the sun feels harsher, and the humidity hangs on in a way that asks much more of a horse’s body than people sometimes realize.

A horse cools itself largely by sweating and by increasing its respiration. Once temperature and humidity climb together, heat stops being just uncomfortable and starts becoming physiologically hard on the horse. A good rule of thumb is to add the temperature in Fahrenheit to the humidity percentage. Once that number gets over 150, it is time to get very honest about what we are asking. Yesterday, we were well over that.

So what do we do?

We make sure our horses have constant access to clean water. We pay attention to whether they are really drinking. We think about shade, airflow, and timing. We ride early if it is truly cooler, or later if the air has finally softened, and sometimes we do not ride at all.

We watch for the early signs that the heat is becoming too much. Rapid breathing that does not come down. Heavy sweating that goes on and on, or a horse that suddenly seems too dry. An elevated heart rate that stays up. Weakness. Dullness. Trembling. A horse that looks distressed, wobbly, or unwilling to keep going. Those are signs to stop, cool, and take seriously.

If a horse is overheating, stop the work. Get the horse into shade and moving air. Start cooling right away with cool water, and keep going. Scrape and reapply. Use fans if you have them. Offer water. Call your veterinarian and keep paying attention.

Our horses give us so much, and they will often keep trying because we asked. That is exactly why it matters that we notice when the weather is asking too much of them.

There will be cooler mornings. There will be better evenings. There will be other rides.

www.heartsandhalters.com
Trusted horse care rooted in listening.

06/10/2026

Yesterday I let Wolfie deadhead his Marigold’s for the very first time. He loved them. He loved the smell of them, the feel of them. He kept touching them over and over again and then he wanted to bring them in to give to his mama. So we put them in a bowl with a little bit of water and he was absolutely thrilled. This year I seem to have planted a garden that’s way more flowers than vegetables and I love it. It reminds me so much of my own experiences with my father who loved flowers. I can’t wait to see what he does with the giant State Fair Zinnias!

06/08/2026

The other day at the barn, before I could even stop her, the friend I was with reached into a bale of hay, pulled out a huge fragrant handful, and practically shoved it under my nose.

I took one deep breath and just stopped.

Oh my God, the smell.

It was green and warm and sweet and dry all at once, and for one funny instant it took me straight back to being young, to the little solid perfume I used to love in the sixties, New Mown Hay by Coty. Only this was better. Real hay. Alive and real and so much better than any perfume ever was.

I was absolutely in heaven, and most horse people know exactly what I mean.

There is something deeply comforting about the smell of good hay. It speaks of summer fields, sunshine, careful harvesting, and full barns waiting for winter. One breath can tell you a surprising amount about what is in front of you, and experienced horse people often trust their noses before anything else.

Good hay is one of the great foundations of horse health. It is not just feed. It is comfort, important gut support, and a huge part of what keeps a horse feeling like a horse.

To me, good hay should smell fresh, sweet, grassy, and alive. It should be clean, leafy, and well made.

When I say hay should be well made, I mean it should have been harvested and handled properly from start to finish. The grass should be cut at the right stage, dried thoroughly before baling, and stored in a way that protects it from moisture and spoilage. Well-made hay keeps its leaves, color, smell, and nutritional value because care was taken every step of the way.

The hay I smelled that day was first cutting, and it was wonderful. Every cutting has its own characteristics depending on the weather, timing, and growing conditions, and this particular hay had everything I look for: great smell, good color, and a healthy, well-made feel.

Of course, smell is only part of the story. Good hay should also look clean, be free of dust and mold, and have a texture that reflects careful handling from field to barn. The best hay is the kind that horses eagerly bury their noses into and clean up with enthusiasm.

Some of the most important things in horse life are still wonderfully simple. Good hay. Good water. Good sense. A watchful eye.

www.heartsandhalters.com⁠
Trusted Horse Care, Rooted in Listening

06/05/2026

There are certain things a life with horses teaches you that never really leave, and one of them, at least for me, is that a person ought not go very far without a dog leash or a lead rope.

I was driving into Burton today to play golf with my son and grandson, and as I came around the bend on Aquilla Road, I suddenly started laughing. In one clear flash, I remembered the time I was chasing six loose horses down the road. Not one. Not two. Six. It was with a Dodge Ram pickup truck, both doors open, and I was literally hanging out one side while we tried to corral them. It was completely hysterical. Somehow, when we finally got up to them, I managed to catch the lead horse, and once I had that one, the rest of them came under control too. God, it was crazy.

The truth is, that was hardly the only time. Over the years I have also had to catch a bull, two big draft horses, a legendary fox hunting horse named Lightning who had decided to go out for a run and many more loose horses on the golf course and in the park and polo field than I care to count.

At a certain point, you stop thinking of these things as unusual and just accept that this is apparently part of your life.

Once that happens, you begin to understand that some things simply need to live in the car. A dog leash. A lead rope. A halter if you are wise. A brush is not a bad idea either, because sometimes settling a freaked out horse is as much about what your hands are doing as what your voice is saying.

Living with horses has a way of making you practical. It also gives you a very particular sense of humor, because once everyone is safely caught, the whole thing becomes ridiculous enough that laughing is about all you can do. Other people are driving around with umbrellas and spare phone chargers. You are out here structuring your life around the possibility of loose horses and, apparently, the occasional bull.

Preparation, where horses are concerned, is rarely glamorous. It is just the quiet habit of learning from what the day has already taught you.

That bend in the road made me smile today because it reminded me how completely horses shape the way we move through the world. They make us more alert, more prepared, more adaptable, and occasionally more absurd than we ever expected to be.

Truthfully, I would not have it any other way.

www.heartsandhalters.com

05/31/2026

One of the most valuable things I was ever taught was not what to do on the horse, but what to do when something felt a little off.

I was taught not to ride through it.

Before I learned how to do work in hand, I think I would have done what many of us are tempted to do. Stay on. Ask a little more. Try to organize it from the saddle and hope the answer appeared. What I learned instead was much more useful. Get off. Go beside the horse. Work there.

That changed so much for me.

Work in hand gave me a way to help the horse find balance, strength, and clarity without also asking it to manage my weight at the same time. It never felt like backing away. It felt like going closer to the truth.

When something was not quite right, I could begin again there. Side by side. Quietly. Honestly.

I have also come to believe that work in hand is one of the kindest ways we can help keep a horse healthy. It allows us to strengthen and educate the body without always putting our full riding weight into the equation.

So if something feels a little off, I do not tend to think first, how do I ride through this. I think, what would happen if I got off and listened better?

Very often, the ground is the best place to hear it.

www.heartsandhalters.com
Trusted horse care rooted in listening.

05/31/2026

I finally stopped fighting my silver hair.

There was no grand decision. No dramatic moment standing in front of the mirror. It happened so gradually that I almost didn’t notice it. One day I realized I was spending less time wishing it wasn’t there and more time appreciating the woman who had earned it.

The truth is, I think aging was harder for me than I admitted.

Not because I wanted to be thirty again. I wouldn’t trade the life I have now for the life I had then. Still, there is something tender about watching your face change and your hair change and realizing the world doesn’t always celebrate those changes the way it celebrates youth.

Then somewhere along the way, something shifted.

Now when I catch the silver glinting in the sunlight, I don’t see loss. I see the 66 years that brought me here. I see gardens planted and loved ones held close. I see forty-four years of marriage, a grandson who lights up my world, horses, chickens, friendships, heartbreaks, a brand new business, adventures, mistakes, laughter, and all the ordinary magic that makes a life.

Maybe that is why I find myself smiling when I see those silver strands now.

They feel less like a reminder that I’m getting older and more like evidence that I have lived.

I’m curious. Has anyone else discovered that the thing they once resisted became something they unexpectedly learned to love?

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