Horse Sense....

 

 

Mary, fingers crossed, seems to be on the up and up with her tummy improving.  However, it's early days and far too soon for me to be super confident, but I am slightly optimistic.

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Down at Cambridge tonight.  Whoo, it was cold.  Was glad of my furry jacket there.  It was really weird driving down because a bit of my past came up, the part which I hide about my ability to be able to link certain practical things together.  You and I have spoken about this many, many moons ago so you are familiar with this part of me but most people I know, unless they are extremely close, are not.  And this convo came up because about a month ago, someone said to me they would teach me how to tack up.  Which if you have ever seen it done, is a mammoth job.  There are buckles and bits and bobs that go everywhere, connecting to all different things.  At the time I was like, Sure... because as you know, I never talk about this part of me and the fact that I had to hide that I couldn't do things like this for so many years, means that I'm still a little weird about talking about it to strangers.  Actually, that's a lie, I never tell a stranger.  It's not my job to point out I'm different to you.

But as you and I have talked about, the horses don't care, they accept and love me as I am.  Therefore the people I know, love and hang out with now have only known me with the horses, and only see abundance, not lack of, not normal or broken.  But anyway, it was a bit of a weird convo, I'm pleased we had it though.  Kind of weird to realize that old habits die hard because I have known these people for well over a year and if you had asked them, no one would have said there was anything wrong.  Not one person. Kind of weird explaining that it is not, I'm not very good at it rather, that part of my brain doesn't exist.  

Although, to be fair there was one seriously funny part where it was mentioned...but you are so confident and put together.  That was a really lovely compliment but as I said, You never saw me when I was a child and growing up.  I was phobically shy and couldn't speak.  You only know me now and see the destination that I arrived at, not the journey I took.

Anyway, down with the horses was brilliant.  I was breathing, touching and talking, then the horse was breathing, touching and talking and then the horse and I were breathing, touching and talking together, and all is right with my world.

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A good night at Alex tonight.  There was a real feeling of syncronicity in the air, but I always feel like that when I'm around the horses.  It's an Energy thing.  And as long as I can reach out and touch them, I'm fine.  

Thank f*k they feel the same way about me.

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Ok, I had two break throughs with Mary today, both surprising and both good.  

The first was when we were putting cows through her paddock and after all cows had been moved then she was let off the lead, came over to see me and the other adult and the little one with us, and started walking next to me.  Then she shifted herself around and quite happily walked between me and the little one.  It was a really emotionative and positive experience and the first time I had actually seen her want to be part of, and hang out with, humans.

The second one was her chatting to me when I took her up to have a look around her tummy and check out her condition.  Condition is going really well and I'm very happy that we are going in the right direction, however, her tummy is still sensitive.  So, there I was having a play round and then she lifts her hoof and places it on my upper thigh and then gives it a bit of a nudge.  

I have never experienced anything like this ever before.  

It was a delicate and extremely fine tuned move, made with gentle but absolute precision, to tell me that she was sore and I needed to stop.  

There is no bruise on my leg as I am writing this nor will there be a bruise tomorrow yet there is a definite hoof print on my jeans.

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Works out I lied.  There is a slight discolouration on my leg. 

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Mary has, and the only way I can describe it is, skin dandruff.  Adding new stuff to feed.

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And My horses love hot water theory has excellent bare bones but practicality wise, has so many holes it leaks like a sieve.  

Let's start with what works:

My horses love it.  

Caps and Chew were like, Mmmmmmmmmmmmm that's good, Tania.  

Az was like, Whooooo.  Had a play round and started chatting away, Is this what it's like for you when you have a shower?  Yes.   I know why you like it.  Whooooooooo.

Suzie Q just stood there glaring at me, refusing to even leave the paddock and the hot water ran out before I got to Ralph, so he was a, not whooooo.  In fact, he was, This is seriously not whooooo, Tania.  I let him come out and eat grass and hang out with me so managed to soothe his ruffled feathers.

Everyone is trying to show Suzie Q that it's ok to let me halter her but she's not buying it.  I understand, if I was her, I would never ever let a halter near me again either.  But the funny thing is that she will come when called, leave the paddock, be extremely well behaved out of the paddock and then comes back in immediately when called.  She's not being naughty about the no halter thing, just terrified that it will be left on to grow around her fur again.  I think I'll try a rope halter and see if I get any better luck.

So, what doesn't work is the hose itself is a pain in the a**.  It comes off the tap, has kinks in it and I have to continuously run forward and back to turn the bl**dy thing off which is why I ran out of hot water.

However, overall it's a definite win with everyone.

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So, that's been our week:

Success, but not in the way you know it.

Wishing you much love my friends and of course, my human.

Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suzie Q, one very large and contented Buzz-the-Bl**dy-Bull, Fenny and Flash

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Back tweaking Mary's food.  We're getting results but not how I wish, if that makes any sense.  I know how our healing process should go and this is not it. I'm touching the Energy but not riding it, so I've made changes again.  Will take more pics in a few days when it fines up (there's a beautiful thunderstorm happening outside as I'm writing this).  However, I cannot complain, she's looking pretty damn good but now it is going into the specialised, fine-tuning part.  Going past the layers and getting down to the original sin, then finding our way back.

** Apparently I don't have to throw my wheelbarrow away, you can take the tyre off (apparently) and take it down the road to the nice men and they will pump it/fix it/do something amazing with it.  Go me!

*** Got a fab email from Alabar (stud farm) today.  Graeme gave me a list of Mary's potential baby daddies including diagrams, flowcharts etc of genetic links.  I've always liked Alabar but their service before they have got any money from me is impressive.