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Truth, this.
Sending it up into the Universe – Why ever not
I’m what some have referred to as a high-rev person. Even my heart rate is higher than the average Joe, always has been – jeez, I hope I’m not wearing the old ticker out. I’ve got a lot of energy, some of it -nervous- energy. That’s not the most awesome thing, and because anxiety has seeped into my being at a few difficult points in my life, I’ve searched for ways to alleviate it over the years.
One of the benefits of being a fifty year old… and there are indeed benefits, ( who woulda thunk it!?)… is I am willing and able to slow down and appreciate all the little things in life so much more than I ever did when I was younger. I actually sat down on the porch yesterday at around 2 pm and read a chapter out of the book I’m reading – All the Light We Cannot See – (Wow, great read. Gives you a little unusual perspective on a time in history we are too young to have known.) I hardly ever take that kind of time, and you know.. why ever not?
Today I stepped out into a glorious early summer morning with the sun shining, dew on the grass, and gentle breezes from up over the hill that carried the slight scent of ocean. We’re about five miles from it but we’re way up high, and occasionally the sea air makes it to us. The awareness of it always makes me stop, turn toward the water and breathe it in.
The chickens love their morning treats – today it was left over hard boiled eggs (I know that sounds cannibalistic)..and sunflower seeds. Then, because the manchild is out there mowing the lawn, I let them out for some free ranging . While he’s making noise on the mower, predators won’t feel comfortable attacking.
Our bunnies, Harley and Cloud, love to get out too.
After the chickens and rabbits are fed, watered and pens cleaned up, I head up to the barn to feed, water, turn out and muck stalls. Glamorous, it ain’t.. but there’s truly no place on earth I’d rather be. I’ve had the office job, the factory job, the zoo job, another office job. I’ve known the 8-4:30 deal in a windowless office. I did it well while I had to… but I can’t express enough how grateful I am that I was able to get away from it and raise my kids myself, till soil and shovel sh*t and pluck eggs from nesting boxes and sweep isles and pull weeds etc. etc. etc.
On the crappiest weather days I do have to remind myself that I really shouldn’t be complaining. Well worth the slight discomfort or rain and cold and heat.
Tied up.
—————————Tying a horse up for long periods of time accomplishes many important things in your training. I have a little saying, “End each training session by tying your horse up to the ‘Tree or Post of Knowledge.’” When you tie your horse up after a training session, it teaches him not only respect and patience, but it also gives him a chance to think about and absorb what you have just taught him.
The very last thing you want to do after a training session is get off your horse, take him back to the barn, unsaddle him, hose him off and put him in his stall to eat. This puts his focus more on getting back to the barn and eating than on thinking about his job. If you get into the habit of tying your horse up for two to three hours after you ride him, he won’t be in such a hurry to get back to the barn.
Some people will read that and think that I’m being cruel to the horse. But I have to ask, “What’s the difference between a horse standing still in a stall or a horse standing still on a Patience Pole? The difference to me is that if he’s standing tied to a pole, he could be thinking about you and what you’ve just taught him, but I guarantee that in the stall he’s not thinking about you at all.
Headlines. Come on over, weigh in…
Mental illness? Or is it racism, pure and simple. Nine people killed in a church in Charlest0n while participating in bible study. A woman played dead while lying in her sons blood. Amazingly, she survived. The killer asked one survivor if he had hit her. She said no… and he said… GOOD, I need a witness here, because I’m going to kill myself. He didn’t. Coward. The victims all black, the murderer a white 21 year old punk who had previously let his racist views be known. He discussed with friends how he wanted the races segregated. He admits now, in custody, that his intention was to start a race war. My husband says he must be mentally ill. I beg to differ – there is still enough ignorance and hate and -dumb- in the dark corners of our society to produce such a being. If ever there was a case for capital punishment, this is it.
His family is horrified, can’t fathom how this happened. I don’t know that I believe that, although I believe they are horrified. We find out after the fact in stories like this, and there are far too many stories like this….. that there were most often signs, warnings, writing on the wall. How to stop it? I wish I knew. I wish we didn’t have to know.
Like it or not, we’re all here to stay. Red white black brown yellow green purple. The conversations we have in our households matter. The attitude we project, display, announce… matter. It starts there, although admittedly it’s not the only influence. And if you think this doesn’t affect you… it just ain’t true. We all pay a price, it seeps into all of ours lives in one way or another.
The families of the victims? They FORGAVE him, already… publicly. Amazing grace, that.
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The Confederate Flag – how do you all feel about that? Honestly I hadn’t given it an ounce of thought until the other day when a friend expressed outrage that it’s still allowed to fly – She believes it represents hate, racism, the history of slavery, etc. Others will tell you it’s merely a symbol of Southern Pride, especially to today’s young people, those who don’t have the memories of our older generations.
Interesting fact – did you know the Swa$tika was once an aboriginal symbol of Peace? What does it represent now to anyone other than Hitl3rs insane atrocities against humanity. For me it’s not just about Hitl3r… how about all those people who followed his command?… That’s what I think of when I see that symbol. All those willing people.
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Presidential material? Some of you love him and say you’d vote for him. Although I love you all dearly and value your opinions almost as much as my own, maybe sorta, I’m scratching my head here, Just that.
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Rachel Dolezal – bizarre? yes. Deserving of crazy national attention? I’m leaning toward no. So she identifies herself as black, why do we care so much? She’s apparently been lying about her ethnicity for years. Maybe I don’t know all there is to know, actually probably…. but the only people who this really affects, in my opinion, are her parents and her children. The ‘rents have been banned from family celebrations such as her sons graduations,etc… for fear that she would be exposed as -NOT BLACK -. Now that sucks. But seriously – People alter their appearance all the time, it’s commonplace. Ever dye your hair? Get a perm? Cosmetic surgery? Go tanning? I identify with those living on a waterfront villa overlooking crystal blue lagoons in quaint European villages in the Mediterranean… if I could pull it off and tell you that’s me, I might have done it! Does anyone care? Why is this such a big deal?
She’s been fired from the NAACP, and I don’t think it has to do with her actual ethnicity so much as the lying. Why lie? Why not just -be-.
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yes, this…
Is it me?
I’ve got a tiny little gripe and I feel like getting it off my chest. Maybe this is gonna make me sound like a grumpy old lady, of which I hope I never become, but hey if the shoe fits, right? So you let me know and I’m OK with the answer.
Do you use the terms BFF, Bestie, Bae?….
They annoy me. And here’s why…
Let’s start with “Bae”… which is what some probably-young women call other probably-young women who are their BFF or maybe a guy who is their lover, whatever… … this does not necessarily apply to actual couples. I’m assuming “Bae” is the short form of Babe. Which is only just one letter shorter, you know? You’re just cutting off one letter.. one sorta sound,..the B sound which just rolls out of your mouth naturally, it’s not a difficult pronunciation or anything…. so the point of the shortening would be?……. Just explain it to me, really, if you know.. because I want to understand.
Going out with Bae tonight.. can’t wait to get ice cream with the Bae tonight…. sitting here with Bae, drinking wine..
Most of us know what BFF’s are, or Besties. BFF = Best Friend Forever, and Bestie is pretty self explanitory. I have friends all over who I cherish, and they’ve all played different rolls in my life. Some I don’t talk to for months or years, but when we catch up, it’s as if no time has passed. Some I talk to daily because our lives intertwine through jobs or hobbies or volunteer stuff, etc. A few I’m closer to and share things with more than others. But would I label anyone a BFF? Or a Bestie? I wouldn’t… If I’m out shopping with my Bestie, are my other friends -lesser-?
Now, if you use the term, you might be annoyed with me right about here. I’m not really picking on you. All these terms are friendly terms, after all. Cute even! Maybe I’m picking on me….. getting older, not riding with the times, being an old fogey, bucking the new system, if you will.
So, is it me?
Parmelee Farm inaugural Market Day!
75
The weather was perfect yesterday, the setting serene – temps in the mid 70’s, sun and blue skies, boats bobbing in the water, gulls soaring overhead. Very fitting for a gathering of family and friends to celebrate my mother and celebrate 75 years of a life well lived.
The only difficulty – Mom has many friends, some of her dearest live far away, and travel can sometimes be a heartship. There will be more celebration this summer when the The Golden Girls are reunited, but yesterday was for family and friends who live near.
Happy Birthday Mom… You are loved by many, but especially me. And who woulda thunk it, huh? That rebel teen who probably scared the heck out of you more than once,,,…. now counts on you daily for insight and support. My children could not have hoped for a better grandmother!
Here’s to many more years of shared celebrations.
… it’s a beautiful thing.