Horse Sense....

 

Ok, the foals a no go.

I love the lady I met, she's super cool.  I love how she works with the horses and what she is trying to achieve.  And she has passion.  I like that.  

But the reasons for me saying No are:

1) If I'm going to have a Gypsy then I want a chocolate brown and white or black and white one and with Sequoia's colouring we couldn't guarantee these colours.  

2) I want to stay working with horses around the 12.2 to 13 hands.  This size works for me.  I don't ride although I have vague thoughts periodically that I will.  However, it never seems to actually eventuate.  Spirits will.  Or lack of mine, depending on which way you look at it.  And Sequoia's foal would have been around 14'2 hands.  Kirsty, my Monty Roberts Instructor would be growling me right about now because she would say, Size doesn't matter, be a better horsewoman.  And that's true.  But I also know that you start with what you have, where you are standing, right now.   

3) I love the Clair-senses.  As long as I can work everyday with these, I'm a happy girl.

So, my moment was realizing that putting a foal to Sequoia was taking me further away not closer to my life goals.  However, two born foals did catch my eye both of which fit my colouring and size.  I have been offered one in 6 months time when he's a year old.  I'm open to this idea.

However, as I'm writing this I've shelved the idea of putting Sequoia in foal and walked away.

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Met the syndicate family.  Gorgeous horses, great property, super nice people and the coolest 1956 Ford truck - thank you for letting me take 20 million photo's to Skype the young one.  And I am truly sorry for picking up your super cute dog without realizing it had a broken tail.  And being 5 hours late.  

On a positive note, you know that touch is how I communicate because I'm always touching a horse.  Or failing that a cat, dog or moose.  I mean, you know this yourself because you watch me flounder when I can't.  You watch me as I'm struggling not to reach out and touch.  You see my body language.  You see the times when I am tucking myself in so I don't touch.  And don't roll your eyes and give me that look because I have caught you watching me.  Many, many times.  And it's not the, Oh man, she's batsh*te crazy... look.  

And while I'm on this subject, I don't get it.  I don't get that you drive past my house (and often) so you are aware of what I'm doing and when I'm home and you also see me out and about with the horses and every time I catch you watching me.  I see you almost be with me.  In my personal space yet not.  But you don't actually make that final move to come over or come in to talk to me.  It doesn't make any sense because I'm not wrong with the Energy you have towards me but facts are: you're also not physically stepping forward.  And just in case you can't tell, we're smack bang in an Aries moon which is stirring the Energy, causing chaos and mayhem and encouraging me to speak my Truth more than normal while throwing in a bit of the muppet just to keep things interesting.  And encouraging me to write stuff which should be left well the f*k alone.  I know, I know, Don't nudge a sleeping bear with a short stick but I'm a Cancer girl, I can't help myself.  

I'm like Tap, tap...

Now back to original blog stuff...

The lateness on the other hand was because I found myself in the wonderful position of not just having a cuppa and chatting about the horses like I had thought but being told to Jump in the ute and then there I was being whisked up in the hills and there we were roaming, talking, feeding, touching and chatting with the herds of horses, it was a spectacular experience.  

Thanks for understanding though and taking the time to introduce me to all your horses when I eventually arrived.  It was a beautiful way to meet you all.  

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Mr C and Az have a plan with shows starting with a 4 day, Easter A and P next month.  I'm super excited to see what they can accomplish.  

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For the first time I felt the Energy as I played with it today.  Az decided he wasn't moving paddocks so there we were shadow dancing again and then there it was - a living breathing entity.  It was the coolest thing.  What was also really cool was that Spirit were standing with me talking, telling me how to feel it and then juggle it, move it and be as one with it.  

Super freaking awesome.

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Oh f*k! I've just run over the neighbours chicken.

And it's not even the every day garden variety chicken...

 

 

Not that I am saying that running over any chicken is ok because it isn't.  But the neighbours chicken is a very specialized, extra cute, kind of chicken.

 

 

Neighbours chicken.  Well, not actual photo of neighbours chicken.  Obviously.

So, there I was coming out of my driveway and pulling out onto road which just happens to be straight with a couple of dips and stuffs.  I was playing round with my stereo and then Hello! out of the corner of my eye I see this white thing running next to my car, like we are having a little race.  That's a bit odd I think to myself and speed up a bit.  It also speeds up.  I speed up more.  It also speeds up.  So, just as I am about to really outrun it, it does a little spurt, takes a jump and then, I swear, hand on heart true story, it throws itself in front of my car.

And then all of a sudden there is a whole heap of feathers flying round in the air.

I brake and slide to a stop while doing a quick check to see if anyone saw, got out of my car and tried to find the rest of him.  Let's call him, Bert.  And Bert's gone.  He has literally disintergrated.  There is no blood, bones, carcass or anything.  

But there is also no Bert.  

Not my finest moment...although I'm thinking if you ask Bert, he'd say the same.

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And the horses had a mad half hour today before the storm hits tomorrow.  

I went to get Az out of the bottom paddock by driveway and then they all decided they wanted to come.  Some bright spark then decided he wanted to gallop then everyone thought they too would have a go.  I just got out of the bloody way.  Managed to separate them so had Az to myself again and then Caps had a blonde moment and couldn't see his way through a half opened gate to join other horses.  Because he was on the unopened bit.  So, he then spent a mad 10 minutes galloping up and down fence.  I once again, was on the other side of fence.  Technically the safe bit. But finally sorted Caps out by getting a carrot and standing on house side of fence.  Caps stopped panicking enough to come over to eat carrot (his hearing his amazing) and when he was standing where I was he went, Oh...gates open.  

Az and I then played once I got him out of paddock (twice because I was slow shutting the gate behind us) and then almost got myself squished because Az managed to get himself between gate and me and then gave himself a fright.  

We did go in arena to play with new barrels and little jumps though.  Although, if I'm being honest it wasn't really a success story.  Not surprising really considering the rest of the day.  But we played, laughed, had fun and moi didn't actually get squished, bitten, trodden on or broken.  So, you know, it kind of was a win.

And I think I have it right for the storm that's coming.  I know the paddocks which flood and quickly, so I've opened up the ones they like, that keep dry and are on a hill.  They have jackets on.  They have an open stall type thingy that is covered on 3 sides that they can wander in and out of for the wind and rain and that everyone can squish into quite happily together.  

And everyone seems happy so cross fingers.

So, that's been my week.  A little bit of chaos, a lot of clumsiness, a couple of No's, two Yes's and a maybe.  And of course, a sprinkling of Cancerian magic.

Love me or leave me, baby.

Much love my friends and of course, my humans.

Caps, me, Spirit, Sequoia, Ralph, Chew and Az.

xxxxxx