Horse Sense....

 

                   

 

Belle and I had a really good chitchat today.

Lots of Touch/play and generally speaking about this and that, and we are both happy.  If I had to describe her right now, I would say that she is in her Ugly Duckling phase.  This means that she is mismatched still, her ass up here...her legs over there...but I can see and more importantly, feel the power inside her.  

And you can just see the outlines of it.  Not the full grown, little powerhouse that she will be, just the outside lines of her.  Like a picture you are colouring in, Ok, this will grow here, and that will grow there and this will move over...

It's super exciting.

I doubt whether she will be ready to race as a 2 year old (August 1st, this year) though,  but I'm not too worried about it.  If she's not ready, she's not ready.  Complaining isn't going to do anybody any good, least of all her.  However, that doesn't mean that she cannot do little bits of baby training. 

And that may work out better.  Get her so used to the whole racing gig, that she's all Meh! about it.  I don't want her stressed going to the damn races, exerting and wasting all that beautiful Energy, instead, I want her excited, and ready to race. 

Horses love to run.  Racing is running.

I'll let you know.

But you know, she could surprise me, she could just get up one day and Boom! she's all grown up like.  I don't know, what I do know is that the bones of her is strong.  The soul Chi of who she is, is powerful.

I'm excited.

Boo-ba-licious on the other hand, will be on the track at 2 years and 1 day. 

Already he is a beautiful studmuffin of muscle and power. 

Obviously, nowhere near fully grown, but already he has the sleek lines, correct proportions and an Energy which is a quite phenomenal.

And all he wants to do is run.  And win.  He has racing games with everyone, no matter the species.

But my babies have both been raised very differently, but still outside the square.

Mumma didn't wear a jacket in any part of Belle's pregnancy, was on completely different food, and lots of it, at a professional stables where she could see horses, and was in a really busy environment.  Which was excellent.  Belle got weaned at the proper time, then everyone came home.  Belle only for a little while because I didn't have the right socialisation for her here, but then went up the road to her friends, and hung out there.  Belle had Touch/play right up until she left our home.  She was familiar with the rope, halter, tummy, leg, head, ear touching, lifting hooves and of course, grooming.  

I have always seen her every day.  We still do Touch/play.

Mumma with Boo-ba-licious was completely different.  She was pregnant with Boo-ba-licious when she came home, was bloody feral for the first few weeks (because she could smell Belle, but not be with her) was next to Cappy and Az and the little ones but not in.  Everyone was scared of her.  Cappy asked me if I would send her back...

Then remember how she would gallop at full tit for 15 minutes a day, then try and jump the fence?  That was bloody terrifying.  The only reason she didn't jump it was because she was mucho pregnant by then, and couldn't clear her tummy over the fence.

Mumma's tummy calmed down though, so she could have different food, again like Belle, no Soy, but then Mumma lived in our herd and loved it.  She freely wandered 8 acres with everyone and learnt to be part of the family.  Mumma had lots of Touch/play in the later stages of her preganancy.  

Boo-ba-licious was mouthy from the minute he was born.  Yes, I did Touch/play a lot with him, especially Miri Miri to help his growing pains, but have had to be more careful of him as he's got so big.  

Belle does not run all round the paddock like a 2 year old on speed.  She is more sedate, still has heaps of growing to do, but has the (potential) physique of a little power house.

Boo-ba-licious has always run the 8 paddocks like a 2 year old on speed.  From the time he realized he had all this room.  And is going to be huge.  And powerful.  Already he has muscles which are Whooooooo..... 

It's super interesting to watch them though, and I can't wait to have them racing.

However, it looks like the one thing that I absolutely did not want to happen, looks likely.  

Boo-ba-licious and Belle training and racing at the same time.

Spirits will.

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And I threw my blood Energy out trying a new product.

Well, to be fair, it was awesome to start with.  Great day 1, day 2 I thought things were fine, but maybe a teensy bit out, but it really hit the night of the third day.  

But to be fair, I couldn't have seen that one coming.  

On the back of the packet, things were fine - clear and well, clear.  No room for mistakes.  And that was where I made my mistake.

I didn't go further than that.

I took it at face value, without consciously recognizing that it was not a fruit, vegetable or herb.  And because it only had one ingredient and was talked about as being super healthy, I thought it was fine.

It wasn't

Which turned out badly for moi, as when I did pull finger and do more research I realized it had (a lot) of something I react to.  Badly.

I won't make that mistake again.

Should be fine by tomorrow, when it has all worn off.

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I just slept 11 hours straight.

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So I found myself tonight out at a pub with a live band.

This is good because I was trying to expand my social (read into that: do something which did not directly involve Spirit or horses) horizons.

But right at the last minute just before I left, I got smart and said, I need to take my own car, I may need to leave after a few hours.

Thank fuck I did.

You hear me talk so much about the frequency and how I work, and I do work hard with it, that I forget sometimes what it is like when I'm not me.

Tonight brought that home.

It was fine for the first 30 minutes, even the first hour, then I got bombarded with Energy.  As people started drinking, their inhibitions dropped and their Energy was throwing itself at me.  In the end it got so loud that I'm there and I'm pulsating and vibrating, the people are fading and I'm in that concrete room again, by myself and it's so loud for me, that I think I'm going to vomit.

But you know, I've always been like this.

When I was younger, I just drank and smoked and had sex and pretended it wasn't happening.

It didn't work, but I gave it a damn good try.

It's funny looking back, I would always after midnight, be outside smoking, not because I needed one, but because I couldn't stand the noise.  How do you say that to someone when not one single other person, has ever mentioned anything even remotely similar to that?

You know what I want to say to my younger self though, Oh hunny, it's ok, come here and let me give you a hug.  These things which make you different are going to bring you so much joy, they will make up for every other single thing which makes you different or a little cra cra or just whatever.  Don't take this fabulousness and throw it away, just because you don't understand it.

I'm thankful I got invited, I'm pleased I went, but I don't know that I will go again, and certainly not for more than an hour.  

I was talking about it with the young onea couple of days later though and I said, It was so weird to have the same experience with noise and Energy at almost 52, that I had when I was 20.  But with experience and in hindsight, I had a completely different take on it. I wasn't mental or weird or strange because "everyone your age goes to pubs and clubs" I was, "Don't put a square peg in a round hole".

Spirit and horses are my Spiritual, emotional and physical home though, and the place I want to be, more than anywhere else in the Universe.

Thank fuck they feel the same way.

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That was an exciting race to watch, babe.   Congratulations xx

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That bloody cow is doing my fucking head in.

She just bloody does this weird yoga movement, gets her head in, squeezes her shoulder a particular way and then, Hello! velcroe cow on side of hole.

I got so mad with her today I went and took the tape down and put chicken wire up, thinking that she can't put her head through that.

She just stood there watching me, then wanted to be friends.

We can be friends if you stay out of that damn hole.

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We were farrier-ing today.

All six had their hooves all ready, and the best part was that Mumma voluntarily came up and wanted her hooves done!  If you know Mumma, then you understand what a huge deal that was.  

Cappy was first, and this is the reason he's the Boss, he's such a dude.  There was not one hiccup.  He stood there all chilled out, licking and chewing and being, well, the Boss.  Mumma hung round waiting her turn.

Boo-ba-licious on the other hand was a bloody meance.  He's huge and is just getting to be colty.  Well, to be fair, he's always been a bit colty, but now it is obvious.  I guess, it's hormones. 

Anyway, we ended up farrier-ing in the stable, with either Mumma or Cappy with Boo-ba-licious, outside watching.

Boo-ba-licious wanted to be inside with us playing.

No.

But he gave it a bloody good try and when that failed, he just stood on the other side of the stable with his head poking over.  I tell you, you have got to have your game on with him.

Anyway, it was a highly successful day.

You know, your horses tell you when you get it wrong, but they are honest, and they'll tell you when you really get it right for them.

A truly rewarding day.

Oh wait...and our new farrier also farriers Peanut!  Remember that gorgeous rescue mini who lived with us for a few months?  Yip.  That's him.

That's random. 

We live bloody miles and miles and miles apart.  However, Peanut is awesome, his family is fantastic and it was a match made with Spirit, as everyone is totally in love with each other.

A perfect fit.

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So that's been our week:

It's been unusual with a few quirky twists and turns, but it all worked out in the end.  I honestly think Spirit went, Wait!  Slow everything down, she's freaking out.  We need to give her time to catch up.  And then they did.  They let me wander down some roads, take a picnic in others and generally, see what I had achieved.  

And it worked out they were right.  There's been huge changes over the last 12 months, and I needed time to take a step back, and really look at the choices I had made, why, and what we had achieved directly because of those choices.  So I had to go back, to come forward.  

But yip, I made the right choices, at the right time, for the right reasons.

I'm all back balanced, we can move forward again now.

Big hugs and horsey kisses from us here, to you there.

Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Chuck, Daisy, Delilah and Donz and our new chickens, Rose, Petal, Kai-Anne, Pepper, Lily, and Shelley.

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