A Herd and a Pack
Our horses live together as a herd. Now, that may seem like an obvious thing for a horse, but you would be
Our horses live together as a herd. Now, that may seem like an obvious thing for a horse, but you would be
That is the best feeling, truly, when a horse at complete liberty and with a thrumming desire to feed its belly, turns instead to you and says, hey, let’s hang out together for a bit. It is being chosen in a way that is exponentially more powerful than you would expect; enough to make up for all of the times you were ever not picked in life, even the ones you once though mattered. Especially those.
I used to be a lawyer. Truth. I’m not anymore, but I figure having once done the whole law school
I carry these memories close to my heart so that, if I manage to get too old to do anything but sit around and remember, I will be remembering these moments and I shall have a great, big smile on my face, maybe even tears.
Today is Gordy, Sr.’s birthday and last week was my Dad’s. I don’t know the proper etiquette for acknowledging the birthday of
The farm, our farm, IS a lot of work; it is also a great source of joy and personal satisfaction. It’s not just the big picture of it, but the little scenes that make my heart sing. A hundred times a day these things catch me – – first my eye, then my heart. I am swept up in the beauty of it, the intimate moments that arise because we are woven together, both two-legged and four-legged, in a web of caretaking and daily living. Someone is always eager to share those moments with me.
I love social media, but I don’t always know how to navigate it. Earlier this week I posted about Lisa at Toby’s Legacy Equine Rescue. Lisa had a rough week, a really crappy week actually, trying to absorb the impact of a truly devastating event. .I asked folks to show her some loving kindness because of the good person she is and the good work she does. Here is a link to the post on the Rescue’s site where a whole lot of that loving kindness went down. I wanted to share this because it made me feel good, I hope it made Lisa feel better, and maybe it will give you a bit of a lift as well. Just read the comments. Thank you Lisa. The past few days have been a struggle trying to make sense of things, trying to keep on as life… Posted by Toby’s Legacy Equine Rescue, Inc.on Wednesday, September 23, 2015
I hate being called out. Gordy actually knows this about me and, while that knowledge doesn’t stop him from doing it,
I joined a writers group. I am not entirely certain about this. It is a difficult thing figuring out the
Molly is a little bit afraid of the thunder. I know this because a storm scuttles in the distance causing
We are less than a week away from leaving on what will be the first big trip we have taken
I talk about this always, to anyone who asks about the maremmas — they are not guard dogs; they are
Today almost kicked my butt. In my defense, it had a head start. Last Night. Gordy left last night for
I want the barn to be done. Done, as in moved in, lived in. Done. It is not that kind
Petit Filou. It’s French for, as best I know, “little rascal” or “little trickster”. It is the name given to a
Work is steady on the barn. It’s still all about the framing, but the roofer stopped by today with a
It’s been ten days since the start of the barn project. The concrete workers finished yesterday although they will return
Marco goes to therapy twice a week. It’s water therapy to help rehab him following his second knee surgery and to,
We spent a big chunk of the weekend getting the inside of the barn ready for what has already begun happening