Horse Sense....

 

                    

 

As I'm writing this, we have a new stable, metal gate, coming.

Well, actually, it arrived this afternoon but then needed some welding, so someone's hoof didn't go through any part of it.

Finally I'm getting smart re where hooves and heads can find their way in.

So it will be back home and up, early tomorrow morning.

I'm absolutely stoked.

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Boo's knee as I am writing this is healing absolutely beautifully, as are his boy bits...or what's left of them.

Super stoked about that.

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Mumma's a bit iffy.

She loves having Belle home and can't wait to run with her (Belle's still in the pond paddock by herself) but Mumma is still wearing her halter and she's a bit munty about that.

She's like, I'm a home horse....take it off....

No.  Farrier is coming tomorrow and until you and Cappy are all hoofed then halter stays on.

On a good note, she's not missing Boo-ba-licious.  

However, she did hang round the house complaining until I gave her lunch today.  

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I passed our lovely Vet today on the road and we stopped and had a quick chat.

She was like, Is everything ok?  Are we ok?

Yes, yes, we are.

You know, I've been the Healer/Reader way for so long now, I don't know how to be any other way.  So periodically, when I find myself in a situation where the Healer/Reader way is not recognized, I freak out. 

I just don't understand how you can live without a world full of Spirit.

However, as much as I'll fight for my boundaries, I'llI cool down just as quick.  And I don't hold grudges.  

I talk, fight, fix, over.

To be fair though, I don't understand why anyone would want to live in a world where there is no peace, connection, contentment or wholeness to the Universe.  

The World you live in must be very lonely.

Boo-ba-licious is mighty fine though.  No balls, mind, but knee is awesome. 

And Liam (not my son) did a bloody awesome job with the gate.  Open stables all stable like again, and fully functioning.

I certainly won't be making that mistake again though.  

And now we are waiting for post and rail (and chicken wire inbetween) to go up where that bloody open drain is in the front paddock.

Every time I look at it, I freak out.  And yes, that would be the one I fixed with chicken wire, but it's not good.  No substance.

So Liam and his mate came round today, went into drain, came back out and told me what was happening.

Hopefully, done in the next few days.  

Belle can then come out and play with the rest of the herd.

Although, got to say she's her Mumma's girl alright because what was the little missy doing this afternoon?

Taking a bloody gallop, just like Mumma used to, trying to jump the gate to get to Mumma.

Breathe...breathe...breathe...

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Mumma's almost back on track, still a bit miffy, however, had farrier and was commerically de-wormed, so you know, it's ok.

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Boo-ba-licious absolutely sweet.

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And I've found myself constantly asking people if they're vaxxed.

I don't know why, maybe because I just can't help poking the bear.

But anyway, every single person so far has been a yes, but...every single person has also spoken to me of helath issues.  Diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol, depression, anxiety etc just to name a few. 

So my questions to you are:

Why are you so eager to put medicine into your body, but won't change what, how or the quanitity of food you eat?

Why is being fat and/or in ill-health part of your Soul tapestry and in the DNA you now weave? 

When did this become your normal?

There is something so very, very wrong here, baby.

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And the mini fence is up around the open drain.

It's very cool, although peeps that know stuff tell me that it needs capping(?)  I don't even know what that is...

Anyway, Belle is with Mumma and Cappy and LOVING it, Mumma is with Belle and Cappy and LOVING it and Cappy is well, everybody's bloody stoked.

That fence was an awesome thing to do.

It's also been super cool to see the relationshp with Mumma and Belle and how they're family, and know they're family, and it was awesome to see Belle wander round the paddocks and go, Hey! I know this place...

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I know that you don't believe that my horses talk, but you know, I watch them not just talk about food and what's wrong, but communicate and process in other things.

Like when we put the fence over the open drain.

When Belle first came home, Mumma was like, Why aren't you letting her in?

And I said to her, I have to get the drain covered, because it's freaking me out, and I don't want her hurt.  I will move Belle in, as soon as the fence is up.

Then I did.

But while the fence was being put up, Mumma stood on the hill just watching.  She never moved.  

But then yesterday Mumma was like, Hey, why do you tie me up in the stable, with the door shut, but with Cappy, the door is shut but he's never tied up?

Because I trust him.  He has consistently proved to me that he looks out for me.  That I am his first thought.  He would never hurt me.

Mumma didn't say a word.  Just stood there while I chatted away about anxiety and stuff and how I was trying to work through it.

However, this morning, Mumma's waiting at the stable door to go in, stood perfectly still, and went out of her way to prove to me that she too is trustworthy.

Only early days, obviously, but that's not just a hearing, but a processing.

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Boo-ba-licious is fine.

I see him everyday with food. 

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And in what can only be classed as a totally random week, two things have happened which made me again go, I can breathe...

Mumma, I swear hand on hoof true story, wandered down after Belle's groom this morning, sedately walked into the stable, turned around and then just stood there, waiting to be groomed and...

Belle remembered our Miri Miri.

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So that's been our week:

It's still been bloody busy, I've had some serious doubts about my ability with horses and my anxiety has been high, some days going through the roof, but you know, I've taken my life right back to basics, ie: the last time I felt safe, and we're working from there.  

For us, the horses and I, that means just being in the stables, having a groom, chatting away.

But while I was freaking out about everything I didn't know, I've also had to respect that I have achieved recently, and in ways that can only be classed as successful.

An unusual week.  

Big kissy hugs 

Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Chuck, Rose, Petal, Kai-Anne, Pepper, Lily, Shelley, Ossie, Marmite and Geraldine.

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