Horse Sense....
I'm only going to say this once, then I swear, hand on heart, I will never mention this again.
As I am writing this, we should have just about gone into level three lock down. Supposedly, Wedneday 11.59 pm. Hairdressers can't open, nor can cafes, bars, restaurants or takeaways serve food in person to customers.
And absolutely 100%, butchers cannot open.
I don't know why I'm stuck on butchers, because I'm not a big meat eater, but you know, it really annoys me that they can't.
However, McDonalds and KFC drive throughs can, as can pizza deliveries.
Un-fucking-believable.
30 days. 720 hours. 43,200 minutes. 2,592,000 seconds to contemplate our lives, and we still think McDonalds and KFC are essential to our well-being.
Both companies are expecting expotential sales. In fact, already, they are expecting such huge numbers of people, they are already forewarning us of delays.
My soul hurts.
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Oh and on another, random Spirit experience, Mares and Belle are coming home.
Belle doesn't go into work for almost another 12 months, so she is going to learn how to be part of a herd. I've already spoken with Caps and he is super excited. He loves doing this and he is exceptionally good at it. Caps runs a good herd. He did amazing with Sequoia.
Anyway, Mares will stay in the bottom paddock by the driveway for a couple of weeks, Belle will be in the Welcome Paddock for a week or so until I see that she is ok with Caps, and that the little ones haven't freaked her out too badly. Then I'll put her in the paddocks with Caps and the little ones. They have heaps of room to run and a couple of small hills. Ok, hills might be a bit too optimistic, but they are not just flat open paddocks.
I'm going to wing it with Mares. I'm hoping that I can run her as part of my herd here, but to be fair, she's not the most sociable of horses and can get seriously muppety, so I'm going to just do this day by day.
I have to be honest, I am slightly concerned that Belle is only weaned (taken from Mares) but can't lead or tie up. But I'm trying to just breathe, because this is a fantastic opportunity.
I love being with my horses, love Touch/play and both Belle and Mares have their Horse/human door open. That's a fucking brilliant foundation to work from.
I also get to use herbs, play round with new feed - especially trying the new no soy ones (I just can't use soy knowing it is a hormone disrupter) and see again, from new eyes, the complexities and discipline that happen within a herd.
Yes, I'm freaking out that I'm not physically experienced enough, but I'm also not going to downsize or pretend that the Clair-senses and working with them with horses, isn't important, because they are.
It is directly because of these Clair-senses, that I have achieved success with my horses.
So yes, there is fear, but it is also walking hand in hand with excitement.
Because it is exciting.
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Spirit were playing today.
Actually, Spirit were just giving me a nudge to remind me, and it goes like this:
I was at my Health Food Shop the other day and spied with my little eye, this funky granola type thing. Now I usually stay away from granola because overall, I think it's ugly. However, this one looked delicious, had all these super cool ingredients in, and all natural.
Whooo!
Now I had also been having a craving for Chelsea Winter's Oaty Ginger Crunch, which is OMFG delicious or Anzac Biscuits, also super delicious. Trying to do the right thing ie: Don't snaffle down baking and get to be the size of a pig I decided to buy this granola. It too, was delicious.
Day 1 - eating and fine.
Day 2 - I was hungrier than normal and craving foods I don't normally eat, but just assumed I had gone into a particular part of my cycle.
Day 3 - I wake up and feel, you know, as if I've put on weight.
Not PMT-y or PMS-y but actual weight.
Seriously.
I was like, WTF?
I got up, felt fine though, no pimples, no water retention, no freaky Energy, so put it in the too hard basket and went to eat some granola. Wait...
Bloody works out that this granola has one of my arch enemies, Coconut Oil. Coconut Oil for me is literally like drinking calories. Olive Oil I can eat until the cows come home, and is just perfect for me. Coconut Oil on the other hand, is not. I mean, when that stupid thing came out a few years ago about putting 1 teaspoon of Coconut Oil in a glass of water and drinking it, well, I put on 3 kgs that week.
Some sort of toxic, chemical reaction happens with me and weight just piles on.
Trust me, it's not my friend.
And Boom! just like that, I heard my Energy get lighter.
Not literally, that'll take 24 hours if I'm lucky, but most probably two days just to get back to where I was, and I'll have to change food round and add things, to reverse that chemical imbalance. But lighter because I saw again, with my own two eyes, that what you put into your body, makes not just a little difference, but a huge, Mother ass one.
One worth fighting for.
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RIP to Gerda and Glynn. Two unrelated, quick and sudden, passings of people who still had so much living to do.
Life is a total and absolute, bitch somedays.
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So that's been our week:
Didn't go to plan in any way, shape or form.
But I'm excited, I have tingly hands.
Caps says he has tingly hooves.
Wishing you much love my friends and of course, my humans.
Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, the Big E, Norman and co (this is the mouse who moved into my living room with his family 4 weeks ago, and who is extremely disinclined to leave) my beautiful, Mares, Belle and Little Boo.
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* Spoke to soon about entering Level 3.
Apparently, because you (I'm not including myself in this, because I'm a good girl) cannot be trusted to stick to social isolation and especially distancing over Anzac Day, and what would then be classed as a Long Weekend (how the fuck can it be long, when no one is allowed to work?) Level 4 has now been extended until Monday 11.59pm.
One minute before Tuesday.
That's an extra 5 days of lost income for McDonalds, KFC and Domino's, and I've heard they're not happy bunnies.
In fact:
McDonald's New Zealand Managing Director, Dave Howse, told the Herald last week that preparations (contacting their suppliers, getting stock to all their franchises around the country, and contactless training to ensure hygiene and sanitation) to fulfill the 160 Million orders per week (that's singular orders not money spent) had been a complex undertaking spanning the entire business.
Jesus-fucking-Christ.
And you're worried about a pandemic.
** To Mary and Belle:
Thank you for trusting me. I promise to do the very, very best that I can for your emotional, physical and Spiritual welfare. I promise to make sure that if I don't know what I'm doing, then I will not let my ego get in the way. I promise to speak to someone who will know what to do, and then ask for their help. I promise to listen to your concerns and find a way to make things better. I also promise that if I get something wrong, then I will correct it as soon as I can. I promise that you will never go hungry, or cold, or be sad. That I won't allow that to happen. I also promise to be brave. To find courage so that we can grow our relationship, find a deeper connection and make a difference. I promise to listen to whatever you say, no matter whether I like it or not. I promise to be the best human that I can be, and then be a better one. I promise to make your life as happy and joyful and successful as it is possible to be. I promise that if I do get frustrated, then I will walk away until I am not. That I will not hit you in anger or frustration because I haven't got it right. I also promise you that I will fight for your rights. That I will consistently look for better ways, then fight for those better ways.
Welcome home xx
*** Mumma Bear, Belle and Little Boo are home.
Belle, my little darling, travelled safely and got here happy and well. An awesome first float, thanks Addie. Got put in paddock, then looked at me and jumped the gate!
I can tell you what, I was hoofing it down that driveway like an olympic sprinter to get to the hot fence (and put it up) before Belle saw the wide, green, open spaces. Anyway, no harm done, she frolicked round a bit while I got myself organised, then I put her back in the paddock, organised Suz to go babysit and then quick smart, put tape up around the top of the fence.
I assumed Mumma Bear was behaving herself and just getting to know her new paddock, but it worked out she just fell in the pond.
Both Mumma and Little Boo fine.
I'm super happy with Addie and the girls from her stables though. Belle was weaned beautifully and she leads like an angel. I had not one problem with her.
I'm also fantastically happy that I've spent so much time with her with Touch/play. It made a huge difference today, which was when we needed it to make a difference.
I knew my foal. But more importantly, she knew me.
If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times though, You cannot buy your way into having that horse/human door open. There is no quick fix or easy way. You have to do the time, baby and I am just so unbelievably pleased that I did.
Anyway, our new journey has started, and it looks like it's going to be super cool.
Oh wait, and on a last but not least note, I have every intention of driving you nuts now, with constant Instagram photo's and video's.
We here, love you there, big smootchy hug and kissey's.
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