Tag Archives: Children

The Littlest Frustrations

17 Sep

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Are the ones that make you smile

To Study Our Daughters

8 Sep

To look at them as through a glass darkly
They show us some things
Not like before
When we heard and saw everything
Because they believed that we knew everything
Had all the solutions

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They believe the trail was blazed by mothers long ago
That we already know the way

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Now that she is far from me
I lead her by shadows and suggestions
Pray for her peace
Long to hold her again

To Study Our Daughters

4 Sep

To study my daughter is to see myself more clearly.

I rode that same tractor as a child

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Ran from it and all that it represented

Me

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And now I am back home

To nurture her in the same nest

Under the same sun

Tapping into the same roots

To stand back and watch her grow

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In awe

Today Is Only A Shadow Of Tommrow

27 Aug

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Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see. ~Neil Postman, The Disappearance of Childhood (introduction), 1982

Meeting Our Mentor

26 Aug

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Our all-things-horsey adventure has begun at Firefly Farms.

I think I have been avoiding this adventure because I stress out with the kids running around my feet getting excited about riding and playing out in the barn at home. The horses are green, the kids are green, and that means someone is going to get kicked, stepped on or worse, and the mini-me troop are going back into the house disappointed in their ride experience. The whole thing just stressed me out.

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As well as the horses sometimes!(This is me after a child filled home-barn adventure)

Then we met Sarah.

Sarah has a wonderful farm that is set up with horses and kids being the center of her attention so I don’t have to worry. In fact, I am sure none of these horsey things would be happening if Sarah did not have her philosophy in place and her horses ready to mentor us as well as she does. I have a teenage daughter and two of her elementary aged siblings that worship her and want to be just like her. What could be (and is at home) a prime opportunity for sibling rivalry to rear it’s ugly head, is simply just one more credit to Sarah and her philosophy of harmony and love in and around the barn; not only are my kids safe there, they are not allowed to argue and exercise their demons there. What mom would pass up a whole afternoon of riding lessons with her kids happy and learning to get along?

When I approached Sarah on our first trip to the barn, and told her the sordid tale of how my horse thinks she is a lap dog, her only reaction was “oh, I am so glad she brings you joy!” And that is the beginning of our tale. The horse brings us joy. This horse and or new mentor bring us joy, balance, friendship and a healthy outlet for sunshine and exercise. Being the grounded horse-mom, I get to take tons of photographs and post them here.

Did I mention our new guru is very, very patient?

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If you choose to take a moment to visit Firefly farm and read all about her wonderful friends and adventures, they are blogged here: http://ridefireflyfarm.com/
Enjoy!

Sunday Morning Musings Over Coffee

25 Aug

WHAT STALKING TAUGHT ME THIS SUMMER

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When you think of a mother, what comes to mind?

“Eat your vegetables”

“Waste not, want not”

“Because I made it for you, if you don’t want it, go hungry until the my next meal”

“Make hay while the sun shines!”

When I was in Morocco, I was with some farmers and I was able to observe how much people depended on the seasons to go well so there would be food on the table. Imported food is expensive, and hubz ( bread ) and the local fare was what there was to eat at every meal. Mother nature nurtures that lovely country without fail.

This summer as I learned to forage a bit, I was reminded that when co-operating with mother nature, I had to eat what was laid out on that proverbial table or go hungry.

I learned that stalking what I did not plant takes a lot of energy and time.

As I thought about the time it takes to clean lily bulbs for the table, or cringed about the time it can take to harvest a flour out of the seeds to purslane, I had to admit that choosing to spend my time in such a way forced me back to a bosom that I didn’t know I had missed. I felt taken care of. Sheltered a bit. Nurtured.

It is true that I also felt empowered by the knowledge I gained, and I felt independent of the need for money and a good grocery store. But mostly I was reminded of my time in a developing country and the jealousy I felt as I watched them move about and respond to the very unchanged earth that took care of them.

Here in the United States not many of us cannot choose to live this way full time. We have sophisticated responsibilities and cities to maintain. We have a way of life to protect. I have children I have to raise and train in the way of technology and making a living.

Yet…

Together we took a moment out of our summer and allowed ourselves to remember from who’s womb we were born and return to her bosom for a bit of rest. This summer we were able to decide that we will continue to gather from her and allow ourselves to be nourished, taking lessons from our brothers and sisters across the ocean and give thanks for all that has been provided.

An Unexpected Mission

24 Aug

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My daughter and I had a great new blog idea.

We are horse people at heart, and she and her sister had decided that we should dive in head first back into a world of all things horsey.

Problem: our horse is TEN years old and green-broke would be a generous description of her education. For all people non-horsey, this mean she is barely trained to do anything.

Idea: Mission impossible. We are going to take what we have and make the most of it. This “green” and “old” horse is going to learn to play. Peter Pan style!

Awesome blog idea! We would photograph and write about all of our falls and bites and kicks and problems and tears and then finally about how much we love her anyway, because she was family from the start.

New problem…
This horse is so smart and sweet and eager to play, that mission impossible is now almost mission accomplished. This horse responded to all of our trips out the barn with a sigh of relief and an attitude like she was saying “FINALLY! IT SURE TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!”

We are going to blog it anyway.

Heads up. This blog is about to attract a lot of horse crazy girls with big dreams dressed in boots and helmets.

I hope we get to share our journey and please feel free to share your journey, in whatever it may be, with us too.

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