Horse Sense....

 

 

So it works out I've found my voice.

I'm doing talking vid's now because I just can't not talk about stuff.  I love writing about everything, but I love talking more.

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I am sooooooooooooo not happy with Chew.  Him, Ralph and Suz were out last night which is all good, but when I went out Suz and Ralph were outside by tree pretending they didn't know Chew.  Who, I might add, was nowhere to be seen.

Warning bells started ringing.  

Then they really started going off.

Works out they were right.  I found him in the shed where the little monster had kicked over the feed bucket and had eaten almost half a bag of feed!

Half a bloody bag!

Seriously, how he could even walk was beyond me.

He's in time out until he learns some manners.  And he needs more exercise.

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Ok, so it's kind of weird at the moment.  

But there's some glorious things happening:

1) Baby Mares is particiating with me like no-one's business.  It's mind blowing.  He loves the black soul singers so I'm thinking that the frequency of their voice is different to a white singer.  Well, he's bopping away and happy as, getting down and dirty with Nina Simone, Fats Domino and Aretha Franklin.  

2) Mares is also in fine nick.  Her horse/human door is beautifully open, our communication is great and overall, life's good.

Not so glorious:

1) The situational anxiety.  I'm counting down the days now so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, however, the work up to it is causing me trouble.  I've started using one herb which is good.  I don't know whether you know this or not but when stress hits, your cortisol levels sky rocket.  This herbs turns it round and brings it down.  Three drops when my anxiety is super high.

I also know that this will eventually pass, obviously not today as I'm writing this, but it will.  I also know that you can either help or harm.  Be kind towards this S.A or be hurtful and both of those, believe it or not, are ok.

Because I'm finding both a strength and a kindness that I didn't know I had.  I thought when push came to shove, I couldn't be kind.  Works out that I can, that there are other things way, way more important to me.  And unhelpful words or actions are just that, not helpful, but nothing of importance in the big scheme of things.  

So when I'm scared on one side, I go do something scary somewhere else so, there's lots and lots of vid's up on Instagram.  Works out that my friend was right, When things get too hard, go back to the Truth of who you are.

So I did.  And I do, and I just talk about my work.  

Now back to the glorious:

There's been some stunning conversations.  Mostly about how this is working and how it might work in the future.  Could it work when you have more mares in foal? How could you use music?  and/or This would be too time consuming, leave the horses alone, no one does bloods, you're going to look stupid if he's no good when he comes out.  

All these are valid conversations and (mostly) a huge amount of fun.

However, let me tell you how this works in my world:

1) Any horse where Touch/play is used regularly is a beautiful horse.  They are overall healthier, happier, less likely to harm themselves and can fix themselves both easier and quicker than where it is not used.  

2) That foal is participating with me.  To music.  Separately and together.  With just me.  With just music.  With both.

That's mind blowing.

3) Neither Mares nor baby Mares could be better in any way, shape or form.  We're at the top of our game.

However, I know that there's no guarantee that baby Mares is going to be awesome but I know, 100% that Mares is giving us the best possible foal that it is possible for her to have. 

That's good enough for me.

And pretty f*cking awesome.

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Today's been pretty cool, too.

So, first off, the jungle drums have started.  

I told you that I would start hearing about Mare's baby daddy, and it's started.  I'm happy with what I've heard so far, because it's putting together our jigsaw puzzle.  

This part fits here, this fits there... I love this part.

Secondly, Mares was super funny today.  Baby Mares must be giving her a bit of grief with all his kicking because she was like, Don't you dare wake him up, Missy, or there's going to be some biiiiiiiiiiiggggggg trouble...

She's so funny some days.

And we've found our first white boys that she likes! Simon and Garfunkel.  I love Paul Simon.  I'm going to try Paul Simon's, Graceland next.  It's one of my favourite albums and I think Mares and baby Mares will love the drums.

In having said that, The Beach Boys are a fail.  Neither Mares or baby Mares liked them.

But a funny thing happened today when I was playing the Beach Boys.  I like them so I was having a bit of a boogie, but when you watch the video, I'm out of sync with the music.  Which is impossible, my timing is impeccable and the music's playing in real time.  

In the moment I wasn't out of time, so what rhymth was I hearing, that the video didn't show?

And again there were more great conversations.  They're powerful and empowering.  Lots of questions and non-answers and throwing of idea's around.  

I've been surprised because I've ended up having conversation with people that previously I didn't know, but the depth of conversations has surprised me.  Overall, this is all so new, we've got nothing to base anything on, so we're all trying to link things together.  

Are we describing similiar experiences and using different names?

No.

But there are similarities and the super cool thing is, everyone has a story (or four) of when horses have stepped out of what horses should have done.

This is making some great conversations.

And as I said today, Pre me being with the horses, I knew no one who hadn't first met, and known me as a Reader.

Then I met the horses, and no one, apart from the horses, knew me as a Reader.

It has been, and continues to be, a wild ride for everyone.

So that's been our week:  There's some huge magic happening and there's also some bitchin' not so good.  But in having said that, I got sent a fabulous text today:

If you could see a solution to your anxiety, what would it look like?

Well, I would be feeling safe and secure, nurtured and nourished.  

And play with magic every day.

We're halfway there.

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

Caps, me, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, Fenny, Flash (I think she's just decided to keep that bloody calf inside) and of course, my beautiful Mares and baby Mares.

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* Went to Karaka sales today and it was, as per ususal, super cool.  I didn't end up working there but you know, that's not such a bad thing.  I did end up talking to the Studmaster though, and it was an excellent conversation.  I could, quite possibly, have got the best end result.

And the little ones are lovely, but I am so pleased that I'm cooking my own.