Horse Sense....

 

Well, well, well eh?

It worked out that everyone is happy.  Even Ralph.  Actually, Ralph is the most well-behaved mini ever.  There was one slightly iffy moment when Ralph was literally standing under Missy's tail but when I mentioned that that was way too close he promptly moved away and held up a hoof, No problem, Tania.  We're all good.  I'll just be over here. 

But the funniest thing is dinner time.  

So, everyone has their bucket at dinner (because it's been raining and when the weather's bad everyone gets their own bucket) and there everyone is down at one of the bottom paddocks, I call them and no sh*te, they come running.  Caps, my biggest at 15'2 right down to the littlest one, Chew who comes to just over your knee.  It's freaking amazing to watch.

And we have no fighting issues.  No one pushes, bites, kicks or crowds me.  They don't exactly stand in line but there are definite boundaries.  However, if I'm being honest, I think that has more to do with Caps discipline than me personally.  But you know, it could be me.  Anyway, in the big scheme of things it doesn't really matter, something is working.

But apart from that?  Well, everyone just hangs out together.  Where one is five are.

Still got to do the gate thing but it's looking positive.

If it ever stops raining.

Oh...almost forgot, and the horses when I have peeps over come up to the house paddock where the porch is and just hang round with us.  It's the oddest thing.  One minute they'll be down in one of the paddocks and then Hello! everyone's up.  Like magic.  I think I'm going to keep a feed bucket up with me on the deck and use it with my humans.  Not on my humans but get them to feed my horses.  It's like my humans are waiting for the horses and my horses are waiting for my humans and I'm kind of not joining the dots together but really now I think about it, what could be more perfect than coming for a cuppa, a Reading and a pat of my horses?  

I'll give it a go this weekend and see how it goes.

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So, Missy's about to go into season and is quite obviously PMS or PMT or bloody PM something because it goes like this:

First she told me she was hungry.  So, off I pop to get her something for brekkie apart from normal grass.  Then the little tart stood in the open gate sideways which means that not one of the other horses could get through.  And the little cowards that they were not one of them was brave enough to say, Excuse me, can I get through?  Nope.  All of them just hung round hoping she would move.  Including Caps and he normally doesn't care what mood she's in.  Even he was like, Keep away from the Broodmare...  This better not be a forewarning of her trying to take over leadership of the herd though because the last thing I need is a hormonal bloody mare deciding what, where, when and with whom moi is going to be, with and do.  

She's got game though and you have to love her for that.

But saying that she protects on an emotional basis those in the herd.  She is an emotionally giving and nurturing horse and the other horses are all better and stronger because of her and her love.  

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Day 1 of Karaka and Spirit have said, no way, no how and under no circumstances am I to have my own little racehorse.  And then put things in place just in case I tried to do the sneak on them.  Which I thought was a bit mean.  But they are negotiable on a syndicate.  

A small syndicate - think hoof, ear or half a tail but seriously, the way that Spirit are working at the moment it could quite likely be a nostril - and that's the inside bit not the outside surrounding areas.  

I'm not happy though because I did have my eye on a couple of cuties but since Spirit literally cut me off at the knees I guess I'll take the syndicate.  

Working with Spirit is not an even playing field some days.  

Just saying.

And I've run into a small issue.  A good one but an issue never the less.  We are in Summer here.  And then it's rained quite a bit and now my paddocks literally look like a beautiful fairy glade.  There is lush green grass as far as the eye can see.  Which technically is great but in reality is giving me the sh*tes because my TB Caps goes nutso crazy on grass and the others just get fat.  So, we've got another 4 rescue mini's and one rescue foal temporarily staying with us coming tomorrow.  I've spoken to Sequoia and Caps about it and Caps has ok'd it and Sequoia is uber excited about the foal.  She loves the young ones. She's a born Mum.

And I'm sleeping with my healing stones at night.  I'm getting better, still not 100% but pretty freaking good.  And the healing stones are working brilliantly, I pop them in the oven and use them wrapped in a towel.  I position myself on them and in the morning I've slept like an Angel, done healing work both physically and emotionally during the night and wake up feeling powerful and empowered.  

Spirit are good to me.  

Can I have a racehorse now, please?

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Day 2 of Karaka.

Spirit are taking the p*ss.  Seriously.  

But before we go into the p*ss taking part let say first off, I love Karaka.  I love talking with the horses and I'm getting smart as to how to do that now without causing any trouble or someone pointing the witchy stick at me.  So, that part was amazing.  

And you know I wanted a horse yesterday, right?  Well, I sussed them all out Day 1 (thanks Felicity for not giving me a hard time about leaving you alone) and went in early this morning (Day 2) to have another tutu to make sure I had chosen the right 3.  Works out I had.  One was a definite, the next was a definite too but the people were too Meh! for my liking so I dumped that idea and third was just gorgeous.  So, I left my name and phone number.

So, now we get to the p*ss taking part.  After Spirit telling me I couldn't have what I wanted and I happily (ok, not so much) accepted that, they then threw everything in a pot, stirred it round, put a spell on it and with a little poof I now look (and in no particular order) rich, poor, friendly, standoffish, single and happy, single and desperate, emotionally contented, emotionally unbalanced, sexually open to any and all old, rich men or a chick who's just totally into one hot horse guy.  Atrrative in a quirky way or just plain weird, an amazing Reader who really can talk to the horses or a chick who is certifiably, 100% batsh*e crazy.

And it all comes down to how you look at me.

150 horses.  

In the morning, before the sale started I gave out my phone number.  To two (2) separate breeder people to pass onto (what I assumed) would be two (2) separate and singular, private people who would be buying the two horses I had chosen (since Spirit wouldn't let me buy them myself) thinking that one might pan out in a syndicate type situation.  

Guess who bought the bloody horse?

But wait...if you also get to speak to one of his best friends and his Father without realising who they are (well seriously, he's 6'2" and the older guy I was talking to was the size of a jockey so you know, how the f*k was I supposed to know who he was?) then you also get a free set of Ginsu knives.

Don't.  Just don't.

But where I'm standing right now is here: if you believe in the work I do we're all good but if you don't then I'm in a situation which is just about as far away from all good as it is possible to get.

And don't think I'm just completely freaking out here.  I am but not for the reasons you think. I've got a good thing going with the horses but people, well, if someone takes a dislike, fear or ignorance of or to, the work I do then it can cause mucho problems for me.  

Big problems.  

Yet that wasn't what I meant to happen.  I was finally there by myself and could completely tune into the Clairsenses without having to hide it because I didn't have to make conversation with anyone and therefore split my Energy.  

So, I could just play with the horses like I do at home.  Hang out with them and ride the Energy.  In fact, I could just put my head down, go into myself, cut out all external sound and just hear.  

And it was wonderful.

But I let my guard down.  

Because as much as my humans weren't there so I didn't have to split my Energy, I also didn't have someone there who had my back.  And that's my first and most probably, only rule I have.  Always, always, always have someone watching my back so I can work safely and in peace with the Clairsenses.  

Because it's a clear but very vulnerable place that I work from and as much as I'm safe at home because it's only me and the horses I never ever work singularly when it's me, horses and multiple other humans about.

Anyway, I did today and what I do and how I do it, came out in technicolour glory.

Now look at the f**king mess I'm in.

And I really miss my ex today.  He was one of the kindest men I ever met and he always had my back.  Where I was he was always within a metre away.  Not chatting his a** off to me, just around, always aware of where I was, how I was feeling and watching so he could come over at any minute or I could reach out and touch him if I needed to.  Actually, let me clarify, I don't miss him per se as that door is shut, bolted and the key thrown away but I miss that.  It's weird, I never even realized I missed it until today.

And to rub salt into this open, gaping wound, I'm out of water again.  

Yes, there was a house tank leak which is now fixed but they had to drain tank to find leak, then refill tank (thank f*k I checked that they would as that was a No they weren't) so now have a full tank of water again but now pump has an air bubble or something and refuses to work.  

I'm just going to go over there in the corner and sulk.  Please don't interrupt me.

Oh, almost forgot...c'mon over here and meet Jake the 6 month old rescue foal who's staying with us temporarily.

* The tap that connects water from pipe to tank had been turned off.  Didn't even know I had a bloody tap.  

** And Caps and Sequoia love having a little one to look after.  Caps is always looking out for him and Sequoia is doing her Mum thing and giving him a nip periodically just to you know, because she can.  The little one is giving me some odd looks but he'll get used to me pretty quick.  I'm surprised as I thought his human door would be open because he's so young but it's not. I guess bad humans can do that to a soul.

Wishing you much love my friends and of course, my humans

Caps, me, Spirit, Sequoia, Ralph, Chew, Az and Jake, Molly and the cows and calves.

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