Parents Let Your Daughters ..

“Parents, let your daughters grow up to be horse girls, because they will learn quickly and repeatedly that life isn’t fair, that hard work is often trumped by Lady Luck, and that every defeat, no matter how terrible, is temporary. Let them dream big and kick on. Let them learn confidence, grace and grit. Let them build big muscles and strong backs.

Let your daughters grow up in the barn. Let them learn that buckets need filling and stalls need cleaning, even when it’s raining, even when it’s frozen, even when they have a different idea for how the day should go.

Let them set goals and reach them. Let them set goals and fail miserably. Let them learn that, if they work incredibly hard, practice like hell, ride the best quality horse they can and take impeccable care of him, they’re sometimes going to get beat by someone with 10 times the money and one tenth the drive.

Teach them to drive trucks and trailers and ATVs. Teach them to change tires and wrap legs and give shots. And let them leave a spur mark, or a bit rub, or a bandage bow, and let them deal with the shame of causing pain to an animal they love.

Let them grow up with horses and with good horse people, because it will teach them to be humble, and to be resilient, and to be brave.”

Article credit Lauren Sprieser @laurensprieserdressage http://www.chronofhorse.com/article/let-your-daughters-grow-up-to-be-horse-girls

Wild Oats Photography

Forest Bathing – Therapy

This is a therapy begun thousand’s of years ago, for stress relief , I believe in Japan.

I remember this from childhood , and knew no fear , being in a group of children 4 or more..Unfortunately, I have not had the opportunity to do more that discuss this ancient art with others hoping a business could result as more folks become aware .

It goes with my earlier post today on natures healing of body , soul and mind .

The Science that speaks to the communication of trees, reminds me of my childhood. I’ve always loved trees .

www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/forest-bathing

Nature as Partner, Not Resource: A Call for Ethical Treatment of Therapeutic Environments

This is so true , the ocean attracts for its sedative , antidepressant effects , and the forest attracts for the peace and challenges here on my mountain. Life expectancy for rural women is longer.

The disruption of these therapeutic environments has not deterred me from making my home here and even after being warned I’d be run off , I stayed .

The blow back to each and every individual who presented my challenges , is happening or has happening .

I surrendered all these grievances to Divine long ago, who allows me survival.. onward to thrive .

Patric Plesa’s ‘ethical ecology’ urges us to rethink therapeutic environments, bridging mental health with environmental ethics.
— Read on www.madinamerica.com/2023/08/nature-as-partner-not-resource-a-call-for-ethical-treatment-of-therapeutic-environments/

Fred Rogers n Disability ( totally agree)

Part of the problem with the word ‘disabilities’ is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who can’t feel? Or talk about their feelings? Or manage their feelings in constructive ways? What of people who aren’t able to form close and strong relationships? And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives, or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love? These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities. ~Fred Rogers

(Book: A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood https://amzn.to/3qjZ149)

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Immunity to the drama/trauma of the Narcissist

Yep, with education and decades of research , and my personal inner work, I’ve reached that point.

He’s going to land where he lands on his karmic ride …I’m not responsible for anything or anyone but myself. An outstretched arm towards my back for our sons, the other arm embracing liberation complete , a my personal new earth .

youtube.com/shorts/5RY3S24SzwA

Responsible Relationships-Patrick Weaver Ministries

Somebody else needs to hear this…When it comes to being habitually, repetitively and destructively hurt in a relationship, there’s not two but only one way to process it: as the injured person, not as the home psychologist of the perpetrator.

Hurt doesn’t hurt less because the perpetrator had a bad childhood or because the perpetrator claims to be unintentional. Hurt is the effect or impact of unacceptable behavior. Unacceptable behavior is not qualified by the perpetrators intentions or intentionality, unacceptable behavior is qualified by the victim’s pain.

If a person is being pained, harmed, abused, destroyed, cut down and defiled —— mentally, emotionally or physically, the perpetrator’s behavior has to have consequences. Without consequences for repeated, unacceptable and harmful behavior, a perpetrator is taught that their behavior should be accepted, equated with love and owed tolerance. With consequences, a perpetrator has to make a choice, seek help and successfully resolve the inner problems that provoke them to hurt people or be removed. Any other choice breeds contempt for change.

We don’t help someone to get better or do better by absolving them of the responsibilities of love and relationship. Relationship is optional, respect is required —— and their history, insecurity or emotional immaturity does not negate that fact…for a healthy relationship.

Relationship has boundaries, and boundaries aren’t subject to how someone was raised, insecurities or emotional immaturity. Some people will have to grow up, heal or mature before they can be in a healthy relationship. People do better when they know better and learn better…because they want better. The privileges of relationship come with the responsibilities of relationship…and without responsibilities, there is no relationship.

Carry On!

The Journey by Mary Oliver

I fell in love with this poem, feeling the totality of each word around 12 years ago .

I thought about this poem several days ago and could not recall the title. I had been printing , saving, collecting data and meaningful things to blog about over 20 years , now in storage , or some out of date . I am behind in my effort to complete this part of my mission and move on to the next one.

The Journey

THE JOURNEY

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice –

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old rug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do –

determined to save

the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~

Photo: Art Print by Tammy Wampler

Archaeology for the Woman’s Soul

Be yourself

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace

there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly

and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,

they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself

with others,

you may become vain and bitter;

for always there will be greater

and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well

as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;

for the world is full of trickery

But let this not blind you to what

virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity

and disenchantment

it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,

whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life

keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery,

and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy. ~Max Ehrmann

(Book: Desiderata https://amzn.to/3KvRZjo)

(Art: Photograph by Albarrán Cabrera)

Wise Woman speaks to “ over loading “

Then I stopped wearing tight clothes, changed chairs, bought orthopedic belts, did yoga, pilates, went to chiropractors and doctors of all kinds, but the pain continued, weight, burden, discomfort that didn’t let me sleep and sometimes it even had a hard time breathing…

What about then? Wat did u do ?

A wise woman … told me it was because I over load for too long.

How did she know about this?

Just looking at my tense and compressed spine, just feeling with the touch of her old and swollen hands my naked skin she knew…

What about then? What did she tell you?

I said… So much pressures carried over the years, so much pain and resentment that you lost count, carrying the weight of your own world and that of others…

And then I exhaled every breath I had been holding for over two decades…

Did she tell you how to heal?

She held my hands in hers, in those old lady hands, made me lower my hands, release my shoulders, lifted my chin and leaned behind me.

Your lips shaved my ear and softly said to me:

“Not everything is your fault”
“Not everything is your responsibility”
“You can’t do it all”
“You can’t solve everything”
“You don’t have to accept everything”

And my eyes started to shed thick tears like broken crystals, there was a moment where I thought I would cry blood, from so much pain I was feeling.

Little by little my shoulders returned to their place, my neck became soft and lifted again, my back crept up like it hadn’t happened in years and I heard my bones emit a scary crunch…

The weight of the world had come off my shoulders, the weight of the past had finally come down to the floor and was going to be used as a stepping stone…

Has she told you anything else?

His wolf eyes looked at me expectantly and said:

There are pains that carry in the heart and there is no way to remove them easily, learn to let go of the past or you will end up drowning your future… and also understand that unforgiveness hurts more than the one who cannot forgive.
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Love and Light,
Healing World