Monthly Archives: May 2015

Delegating responsibility is a strange thing for me. Today, my wonderful working student is turning horses out and mucking while I try to “rest”. I got rear ended in my truck at a red light yesterday and have to judge a horse show tomorrow… I’m pretty sure I’m okay, just dazed and shaky mostly because it scared the willies out of me. The SUV that hit me was more damaged than my Ford Ranger XLT – what an awesome little truck I have. The hitch and ball arrangement has been bent, I pray that it is an easy fix… will investigate it all next week (yep, needed to add stuff to my plate!).

When I got home with hay yesterday, I noticed that my little ET magnet from Roswell had fallen off – strange, isn’t it, I was unhappy about losing that magnet… even thought about my bumper stickers from Hawaii when the guy hit me. I realize today that there are seemingly small, insignificant things that can mean a lot to us. Where these items came from is my attachment to them.

Now, my trailer hitch ball is bent up under the truck, but the tailgate works & she seemed to drive fine… I know I’m lucky.

I thought about a package of things that were sent to me from Australia and how, even after months of disconnection from the peep who sent them and lots of up and down energies, the things sent are precious to me…. I even put them in the dumpster a while back, then climbed in and dug through a week’s worth of horse poop to retrieve them on the morning the trash truck was coming. It’s not the things, it’s the people and places the things are tied to that give them such value.

I have the bear fetish my Mum got in Sedona on a trip she and I made many years back. I can clearly recall how she reacted when I drove us down into Sedona on the road from Flagstaff; how she gasped at the beauty… how she and I connected on that trip. How precious the memory and the carved bear are to me.

And, how precious the DH Tribe is to me – how a friend can take over and the horses are safe and cared for and I can rest… I can be still for a bit. I can heal.

My dogs gather around me and all put their paws on my body and lie down beside me… loyal little healers… best friends.

And my mare Penny is improving. She tore ligaments in her lower leg. The healing process is very slow. I make medicine for her, tribe members bring medicines for her, we are loving her through this. I do not know if she will be able to carry weight again after she recovers… her favorite thing is to work with tiny children anyway, so whatever the outcome, Penny will be okay here. She is adored.

Making Medicine

So today remains strange for me. I feel a bit sideways, kind of off center, a little dizzy but not in trouble… my neck and shoulders are so stiff that I think Monday will be a soak in hot mineral water day IF I can get the truck checked out early & feel safe driving it up north… and if the day isn’t 100 degrees, which it might be!

I’m realizing just how difficult it is for me to be still. I meditate, but that is my practice, it is actually doing something in my mind. I guess this day will be for practice of being still. To find the stillness again in my soul. The scary part about that is the possibility of “letting my guard down”; of feeling things I’ve been setting aside; of being aware of myself. Hmmm…

The rambling of this day, of these thoughts lets me see again through different eyes and know that I am on the right track with what we are doing with Dharmahorse. To watch my student caring for the horses and feel secure about their good manners in the (now gusty) wind and her good sense in their care and handling, well, I know we are special. We are important, even if it is only to these horses, we are important.

I sat for an hour watching the storms ease in last night. I needed that Earthing time to just stand barefooted in red dirt and breathe the ionized air. So much is happening in life here that I forget to breathe deeply. I can hear my Mum’s voice telling me to do so. She always reminded us to breathe – even when not riding a horse!

People used to not be able to tell our voices apart over the telephone. I wonder if that is weird now for some folks… if I sound that much like my Mum, now that she is in Spirit and no longer on Earth, if it is disconcerting. I watched the storms coming in and thought about the thunder. My sweet Anglo-Arab Dorje’s name meant Thunderbolt and his best friend, Darjeeling’s name meant place of the thunderbolt.

I miss them.

I sleep with a Himalayan Crystal Salt lamp that ionizes the air in my bedroom. It really supports my good health and it feels good to see it glowing beside my bed. The feeling it brings is so similar to the thunderstorm air, the freshness of crackling lightning charged ions lifting my mood and energizing my body.  I also have two large, smooth, quartz river stones that, when rubbed together very quickly will glow in a dark room and create the ozone smell of lightning charged air. I keep them beside my bed, also.

All the trees are full of life after last night’s soaking rains. I am so grateful today – even if I am sliding about in some mud and having to rake up wet poop into piles to deal with tomorrow! WATER IS LIFE.

I fixed a cup of Darjeeling tea. Have a quesadilla heating for lunch. I’ll finish some indoor work here while Vega is in turn out, then go rake his poo before he goes back to his “room”. The day is a peaceful one with no outside contact. I’m organizing my mind.

The thunder always vibrates in the ground, the walls and in my chest. I feel the storms before they arrive. So do the horses. If only I could feel other things before they arrive – but then, there would be no surprises! And while horses are not exactly fond of surprises – I am often thrilled when something catches me “off guard” and shifts my perspective. Even the strange things… they keep life interesting.

Now, for that lunch and a bit more ‘puter time.

I keep trying to go to sleep tonight, but the west wind blasting against my bedroom walls has no soothing properties nor sense of “white noise” to it. It is simply noise. And at decibels of not just annoying levels, it feels like a deliberate assault! The wind is usually colder from the east and always more violent. I hope it does not shift – even if that would allow sleep for me (gusts hitting the office walls instead), it would be a meaner wind for the horses.

And today I had a wave of weariness wash over me that left me almost “sleep walking” through the treatments for the horses. I had made a full quart of comfrey root decoction spray that I wandered around the stable yard dispensing to those in need every couple of hours. Penny has just wrenched her tendons low on her cannon and into her fetlock on her left foreleg. I do hours of cold hosing; had poulticed it for 2 days; keep her as quite as possible and used support wraps at first. Now, I drench her leg with the comfrey and use homeopathic arnica gel topically and ruta grav orally.

Majic has tender hind hooves, so I’m soaking his hooves in tubs of apple cider vinegar while I’m mucking and spraying the soles of his hooves with the comfrey as often as possible. Wally played too hard with the “board of directors” (Wally, Sage and Grits – they stand in a circle, heads in the middle as if they are in a meeting) yesterday and he has a puffy fetlock (Arrggghhhh) that I’m spraying as well – with the comfrey.

So, I walk around the stable yard with the spray bottle, treating each horse, every couple of hours. The new horse, Vega, stomps his front feet because of the flies (all 3 of them right now!) and he has his knee a little filled from the concussion – you guessed it, comfrey!

I also have scraped my arm on a hoof while trimming and had to let it bleed a lot to clean it out, then sprayed colloidal silver on it and later, comfrey. Making all my own medicine (including the colloidal silver) means I know exactly what I’m using and can be specific to the needs of the animals and myself!

So, I dropped a cinder block (used to hold down the tarps on the hay in my horribly leaky hay barn) on my toe last week and pulled my boot off immediately to apply the comfrey root remedy which heals bruises especially well. I did not even need to remove my sock – said toe was sticking out through a large hole, making treatment that much easier 🙂

I was watching one of those Retro TV Stations and thought about the way people have changed in just their relationship to a “life style”… In the past (not SO awfully far back ’cause I was alive then!), a family was prosperous if they had shelter, utilities, good food in the pantry and lots of love to share. An automobile was a fun thing to decide upon and it was usually a necessity to have one…. ONE.

A telephone was another necessity, but a television was a luxury. I can see the eyes rolling on kids who have heard it all before and are just as smart, adventurous and savvy as my generation was when we stood up for Peace and challenged the notions that women and people of color were not entitled to the same respect and rights as white men. You see, we sort of blazed a trail for those who came after us and set a foundation to build upon…

To build what…? I kind of wonder now. Of course, we have just, thankfully, seen some of our gains in human and women’s rights preserved – and that is no small achievement! I was a worried American for a while there, but the energy of sane, compassionate principles are holding steady. But, I see a strange style of prioritizing in the lives of my fellow citizens. When a cell phone that costs as much as a mortgage payment is a necessity for an eleven year old child (and the monthly payment for the service to that phone could feed that child for that month!), I am stunned. When planned obsolescence is the rule. When everyone wants to be a millionaire and citizens go hungry; when the lady on the TV complaining about her shabby apartment has a room size flat screen television behind her and a $200 manicure… well, I am just baffled! People are racing along, headlong into the abyss, following the advertisements and fads and fancies designed to suck up their dollars (hard earned or not) and use them, then spit them out as chaff, and these people are participating wholeheartedly!

I sound pessimistic and I really am not – I see reason making a comeback and a glimmer of hope for the Earth as planetary citizens see “the BIG Picture” behind the veils of capitalism’s misguided ravings. It will all work out. I can feel it… but I wonder why there isn’t a widespread acknowledgement of the problems (almost all of our problems!) caused by human abuse of this planet and I wonder why anyone would prefer a hamburger and fries shoved through a window over a plate full of veggie pasta, good wine and a salad served on a patio on a moonlit evening!

But, that’s just ME!