In an effort to escape my dark, dark mood – I decided to work on acclimating my horses to their upcoming halloween costumes. OK, you may be able to guess the theme, but as you can see, Wildfire was not at all afraid of the sombrero. Horses and dogs and cat and goose, all make great therapist. The journey is still very hard, but they lift me up.
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I am a Horse-a-chondriac
The upcoming solar eclipse is an exciting event – but I cannot help but worry about my horses and outdoor pets. Is that silly? Should I be concerned?
I can keep my house dogs in the house, I will just shut the dog door.
I think Gertie Goose is nearly blind already, so no worries for her. I think Flip Flop Kitty will be OK.
But what about my red mares? I know they are little stinkers, but they are my little stinkers and I love them.
The other Red Head Mare
I already posted photos of Tonka. I would like to introduce Wildfire. She is a sweet little diva and she does love her Tiara!! She loves to be a princess in the arena. She loves parades and children and Captain Crunch cereal.
The Great Himself
This beautiful Bay is Skipper, but I called him, The Great Himself – TGH. He crossed rainbow bridge several years ago. I just know this great horse was waiting on my son and the two are causing mayhem together on the other side. May I share a precious memory?
One day, my son took TGH on a short trail ride. The two mischief makers were late returning and I was getting worried. Then, in the distance, I saw them trotting up the trail together and all appeared well. As I squinted against the sun, I noticed my son atop TGH with extended arm, carrying the biggest, angriest black snake I have ever seen! It was wriggling and writhing and hissing, but my son had a tight grip and TGH didn’t seem to mind the snake’s tail rapping his side and legs. This was a really, really long snake!!
My son exclaimed the snake was in a dangerous place in the road and he wanted to safely relocated his legless friend in woods. I asked how he managed to catch the snake and remount the horse and he just laughed and said “Oh Mom!! Ol’ Skip didn’t mind. We guys had this under control!”
I wish I could hear “Oh Mom” just once more.
Casualties of Grief
Yes, that is my horse, Tonka, wearing a hula skirt! Isn’t she lovely?
We would do some silly things, but always enjoyed each other – and the GREAT FATHER’s creation. When my life was consumed with grief, I turned away from my horse.
I am slowly trying to turn back – back to horses and outdoors and nature – and GOD. Let me plant a seed with those on this dark journey – PLEASE, hold on to the light, reach out for those things that bring you joy. Find HIM and find your smile. You don’t have to feel guilty for smiling. Don’t let the darkness win.
Raspberries!
My red mare has an opinion about everything –
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