Just a blog about an Appy named Louie, a POA named Honey, his minion (me), and some faith and grace. Oh, did I fail to mention we also do western dressage as well as trail ride? :)
1/15/21 ~ Out to the Barn I go....
Out to the barn I go, to lose my mind and free my soul…
I am taking a few days off this week to spend in KS with my horses. They have been at the farm since October 2019 for the winter off. Well, that turned into the CoVid Quarantine with everything including boarding barns on lockdown. So, my normal horse time to destress and maintain my equine level of happiness has been lacking!
There are introverts, extroverts and then there is me; I am a horsetrovert… I rejuvenate not by being by myself reading or meditating, or around people and parties, but by being in the company of horses and riding. I feel at peace and find comfort with these wonderful animals. Sometimes I can be my most prayerful self in the barn where it is quiet and peaceful.
Louie has been happy to help me destress and give plenty of horse hugs and even a ride this week. The last year has been difficult for everyone and we all need to take time to destress and find our happy place to find those quiet moments with God, to talk, to be thankful, to pray and to meditate on the past year and the upcoming year. As I was working in Louie’s pen yesterday and listening to him munch his hay, I was thankful for God’s grace that I could travel to the farm, I am hopeful for the upcoming year and I am praying for our country to come together in healing in the coming months.
Can listening to a horse solve all of life’s problems? Probably not. But the simple act of slowing down, listening to the breeze, the birds and my horse savoring his hay makes me thankful for what I do have. Heavenly Father, thank you for the things we have, for our family and a country where we can speak our difference of opinions. Please watch over and keep your hand on our leaders so that they can lead our country safely towards the future. Amen.
Proverbs 17:22 – A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. I am not sure that I have ever been around a happier horse than little Miss Honey. She generally greets you with ears up and a gentle nicker. Of course, she could just be hopeful for a cookie or an apple… But she is generally a happy little horse. She likes to go out to explore the world when we go on a trail ride, looking forward with wide eyes and pricked ears. Happy to see what is around the bend. If we are doing some arena work, she is bouncing through that with a spring in her step looking for the next challenge. I am wondering, do we have a choice to be like Honey? To greet each day with our eyes open and ears perked up looking for the next adventure that is coming our way? Maybe the adage “Happiness is a choice” could be applied? Maybe when circumstances threaten to crush people’s spirits and sink them into the gloom, they need the powerful medicine of joy more than ever. Sol
Faith isn’t a feeling. It’s a choice to trust God even when the road ahead seems uncertain. ~ Dave Willis Faith and Trust, two words each with 5 letters. Both on the surface seem so small but yet are so big. Have Faith and Trust you hear people say. I myself have often said the same thing. But what does that really mean? In working with horses I have to trust in my instincts and have faith that what I am doing is the right thing. After working with these wonderful animals for many, many years I have learned to read their body language and subtle cues that they give me when working with them. Some say that it is “whispering” to horses. No, not really; I am just listening to what they are telling me as if I was having a conversation with anyone else. The flick of an ear, the tightening of facial muscles, swishing of a tail… Those are all ways that horses speak to us if we listen. Just as your pet dog or cat “speaks” to you when they want let out, a treat, your attention, to p
"LORD my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.” — Psalm 30:2 Little Miss Honey has been battling a respiratory infection the last few weeks. We took her in to the vet this past Monday for bloodwork and a check-up. She was not exactly happy with the poking and prodding and at one point tried to hide behind her “mom” when the vet was talking about doing more procedures with her. So, we decided to do another round of antibiotics and see where she was after a week. Honey does not like the new antibiotics. They are liquid and I have to give them to her by squirting them in her mouth. She makes ugly faces and sometimes walks away from me. Just as we sometimes don’t like to take medicine that can help or heal us, Honey feels the same way about her twice daily medicine. I am thankful that the vet (horse dr.) has the knowledge and skill that God helped her acquire to know how to run the correct tests to diagnose Honey. Sometimes I have learned that when times