I thought I had been going through a sort of death and rebirth over the past few years.  Going back through this blog its  apparent the struggle of birth with all its discomfort, and like a baby, I just don’t want to look back upon it anymore.  I have some ideas for the future. Ive thought a lot about just writing snippets on gratitude, or short notes on moving forward, something positive or rewarding. Just doesn’t feel right in this venue. Too many memories on this blog of how I got here.

So…

I’m mulling over the idea of a new blog to commemorate not just having been reborn, but more importantly that I’m living my new life and about to  take off and soar.

I have a new dog, a standard chocolate poodle named Persia.  She is a delightful upbeat addition to my life.  I’m already learning so much from her.  She’s the best company ever!

I’m very close to owning my canoe, only a few more payments, and Persia and I will be out on the water this summer.  Finally!  Somewhere back in this blog I discuss what being out on water would mean to me.  Well I’m almost there(!), and I have the greatest companion ever  in Persia to share it with.

A beautiful Spanish mustang mare is coming to live with me in a few months, Her name is MP Cinnamon Spice.

She is a bay daughter of Ghost Warrior,  and out of Sequoya’s Creek Shawnee.  I wont be owning Cinnamon, at least not up front. I will be leasing her for two years with a goal of training her and getting a foal from her.  With the decision to lease Cinnamon, my life feels alive and full again.

Some crucial realizations have come to me the past few months.  For one, I am unable to walk away from my horse passion. Its just what makes me tick.  My desires have not changed.  Ive tried to open my heart, mind and soul to other possibilities, but they wain and pale to the machine that drives my love of horses.  Among those realizations I’ve been having are, I want a place with pasture, an age old dream, and  that I love genetics.  I love at least the dream of breeding horses. I’m going to breed I think. Maybe not on any real kind of scale, but I have ideas and direction again. Also my eyes have been opened to coverups, lies and unspoken suspicions.  I wont be fooled so easily again.  Mistakes made were made at a price I refuse to pay again. I will learn from them and turn them into positive guidelines for a successful future.

Its scary to try this again.  But I’m up for it!

So I’ll leave The Pony Expression for now as it is. Wow, that conjured up some emotion.

See ya around.  Hopefully you come along on my next journey and share in the exhilaration of it with me. You’ll have to come along if you want to know what the rest of the story is…. 

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Have had some interesting topics come up lately that thrust me into some very deep thinking.

(Clare Lynn – Interactive Light Art Photography – exquisite perceptions of light.)

My last post was about letting go and letting life! Well as it turns out since that post I have had the pretty little house I talked about fall out of my reach, the fat cat is going back to his owner who returned 1 and 1/2 years early from Thailand. I feel good! I have three jobs… summer looks good for paying off some debts. I’m beginning to think of how I want to shape my future. Not letting go of letting life… just giving life a direction and see where it ends up. Part of me wants to change up life’s direction every few years so that I don’t wake up someday mired down in one limited life experience.

Someone recently passed a thought past me that brought about a flood of insights. One of the things I’ve always fought against in life was being stereotyped. Shoved into a category. So when it comes to common thought on any one topic I generally sit outside the bucket or find myself jumping from one bucket of ideals to another. My beliefs are broad and varied and change with any number of new input.

It hit me today that because of my broad vista manner of viewing the world, I am free-er than most people that I know. I try sometimes to impart this freedom to those who I care about only to be faced with stone walls of rejection. I’ve had to learn to grasp onto my own joy – live it fully and not get weighed down by others choice to not join me.

(Douglas Van Howd Studios – Speaking of art and beauty in nature – check out Douglas Van Howd’s gorgeous Sculptures!)

Everyday I become more and more the butterfly girl of my youth. Care none, live with glee and passion. Always there for those who seek or need. I’m not though, willing to be a crutch.

I’m an empath have been my whole life… I learn via osmosis. I communicate everywhere I can silently and with whoever I can silently. I use to think it a handicap as in conversations I’m not the best linguist. But that would mean fitting into one of those buckets, wouldn’t it? Not for me! To let go of my inherent ability to feel and see the nature of others around me via my innate sense would be losing myself. Would be my life’s worst tragedy.

Because of my many bucket broad vista, adventurous, empathic nature, I avoid controversy, and other stressful situations. I don’t see a need for putting myself through an unpleasant experience. It was suggested to me that much could be gleaned from the interactive nature of controversy. That is very true. As an observer though with no agenda one can learn just as much and maybe accept more of what is being shared due to being open. As opposed to being defensive of ones own ideals.

All of a sudden I’m just one very happy girl with a very bright future… accepting who I am, snuggling up with me…

 

I wish for everyone that they find in their own unique way that place in their own unique being that brings so much joy and pleasure to be themselves.

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Thankful Thursday May 5, 2011
…posted one day early…

PASSIONATA DI CATALANO

Life sure is a roller coaster, and throws all kinds of wrenches at you.  Just when I’m certain I have it all figured out and have gained some sense of balance and direction in my life… wham things turn upside down again and I’m back clawing my way back up the mountainside reaching for that stable platform.  It seems as though we spend all of our time balancing that platform upon the narrowest peak doing our best to keep it level and our lives on track and comfortable. Realization is that the platform we all cling to is not so stable at all. For me it’s always been trying to improve on what was provided for me.  I always do it too.  I always try to take what was provided and take it to a place that is just out of reach.  Maybe it’s the explorer in me, the challenger, or researcher.  But it always blows up in my face, if not now, then later, but at some point I’ve got it coming.  This has been my life’s lesson over and over again, and you’d think that at some point I’d heed its message.

So if you have read the last post you’ll see that I was on to a dream, I sought it out and was going for it, creating the path I would walk down. Well shortly after posting it, the horse I was creating my dreams around died. The other horse I had hoped to move forward with was made unavailable to me and I was lost again. Not one day later though an old opportunity to travel down a specific path opened up to me and I chose to take it and yet not a day later than that I had already moved this opportunity toward that unachievable goal. Damn!  It took Heather to open my eyes and show me what I was doing… again.  In a few short sentences, she brought daylight to the path that has been provided to me and brought light to what I was doing…. again, reminding me how it all could end up if I kept this up.  So my job now is to keep it simple and finally heed that lesson. Find satisfaction in the simple pleasure of this gift.

It’s a funny thing, since early childhood I’ve been drawn to blue animals. Blue cats, blue dogs, blue horses, blue birds, blue fish.  I don’t want a cat… but guess what… meet Gunner.

He is a six year old grossly overweight life long pet of a friend who moved to Thailand. I could not see this guy just tossed aside so I offered to help find him a forever home. They called him “Crazy Legs” because he would attack your legs.  Wow were they not kidding… this guy is treacherous.  I had cuts and scratches all over me from him attacking me as I’d walk by. There was no petting him without being in danger.  Once he attacked me from across the room and left marks all over my chest.  I was a little nervous about sleeping in the first days after he moved in with me, that he would attack my face at night. I mean not your usual kitty play. we’re talking dangerous injury kind of kill pray kind of thing. Me being the pray. I think this cat weighed close to 30 lbs, and  has a big cat (like tiger sized) mind.  I quickly realized that he was not going to find a home.  I’m faced with putting him down or putting him in a no kill shelter who will keep him caged for life, or biting the bullet so to speak and keeping him myself. I’ve renamed him Gunner for his gun metal color and have put him on a diet where he has lost maybe 4 or 5 lbs over the month and still needing to lose about 8 to 10 more.  He may put me in a position to have to find another home as I’m not suppose to have a cat where I live.  I’m going to ask if I can pay a hefty deposit, non refundable, with written promise of carpet cleaning etc when I move out. Gunner is not a dirty cat, he is very quiet, doesn’t get into anything, and is trying so hard to learn how to be gentle and loving.  He wants to be secure so badly. I have to try.

So at least at the moment, I have a blue ‘”fat” murderous cat named Gunner, and, if you have been paying attention… I now also have a blue horse.

(Yes I know, she looks mouse brown here, but she is what is called a grulla known for their blue-ish tint with dark head, legs, mane and tail, and stripes also on their legs and stripe down the back.  Once shed  out she will be a deep slate smokey color with a blue-ish tint.)

From my favorite bloodlines in the Spanish Mustang breed, I’ve named her Passionata di Catalano after my passions for this breed, for horses in general, and given her my maiden name Catalano which means from Catalan Spain where our Sicilian family originated many many moons ago during the Catalan/Iberian reign. A tiny little thing, she will be perfect for my family and inexpensive to feed and maintain. She was given to me from Laura Louise Jayne  Mueller of Spanish Horse Conservatory, the lady I once bought my first Spanish Mustang from. Now to keep on the path of the opportunity that has been afforded me. To intertwine her into my family as a member, train and show her in exhibitions, and just enjoy a horse (One Horse) for the sake of a horse and for no other reason no matter how grand or potentially beneficial.  Creator, please give me the strength and wisdom to stay on this path, and to keep from trying to turn it into something more than it is fated to be.

Aho

So, the plan is to locate a place to bring Passionata home to this June in Silverton for the summer then to just begin the life long process of becoming friends with her.  To some time by next summer buy a saddle something like this Portuguese Vaquero saddle for her.

With matching bridle and equipment. while in the meantime start her training for classical style work that will prepare her for Garrocha.

I’d knot her tail up like you see here and braid her mane up and go to exhibitions… I think Passionata would be very pretty and well suited for this kind of work, as well as trail riding and family enjoyment.

So unless the creator changes things up on me once again this is where I sit. A blue cat named Gunner, more than likely a new place to live by next summer, a blue horse named Passionata di Catalano and a dream of trail riding,  along with Garrocha exhibitions and family fun.

Wish me luck!

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March 10, 2011

I know I’m suppose to be working. Well no one is making me work. I know I need to and I have put a few hours in today and do have some progress so its not a complete wash like yesterday was. Something came up today that made me think about communication and why I put my life out there for all to inspect. It’s also Thankful Thursday… so will take a hiatus for a bit while I reflect and share.

Why do I put my life out there in full view… so many worry about their privacy, or their safety for good cause, but I have never felt the need for privacy from the universe and all that’s in it. My privacy is in my home. As for safety that’s relevant to whatever is going to happen will happen. I’m all for not encouraging stupid things to happen, but you’re not going to stop them when they come around they just come around. Example, I was walking past a horse one day that I had been working with for months. A sweet horse… kicked me so hard I was thrown 20 feet in the air. Why did he kick me? I’m guessing he was mad at me.  Did he warn me “Hey You, I’m pissed at you” no… I don’t even think he preconceived the notion. It came out of him from no where. He even seemed remorse about it. So safety is relevant – that no car part malfunctions… etc.

Universe hear me! I am going to put my soul out there for you to see, feel, taste, and hear. Awakend Heart from Conscious Flex: Communicating With Universe Within The Infinite Potential Consciousness

Relationship World – Real Communication Is About Sharing Feelings – this is about relationships between couples.  It also is the same model for between peoples of the world.

Educational program to aid in communication. 4-Way Mental Communication And Emotional Sharing

The Jewish Woman – Sharing the Worlds Beauty – A story about what we can see and feel  and share if we put ourselves in the right place within ourselves.

Then groups work around the world to collect life stories to help bring about world change.  A Storied Career – Get Ready for next Weeks International Day for Sharing Life Stories

Share My Story – People healing each other and others.

I’m convinced that what we share does have an impact on someone somewhere and my life has always been about planting seeds, offering something to someone who may or may not recognize the gift.  Never has it been about me or what I get from it.  I rarely get anything but labeled as being mouthy.  But if something I have experienced or share from knowledge to emotional expression of feelings can be of use to someone at some point in their lives… then I’m going to blab LOUD AND CLEAR for that person or persons forever!

Another aspect I love about sharing ourselveses with the world is that with the world wide web we get to meet people from all around the world with varied opinion and experiences.  What I love is when those people are not afraid to express who they really are what they really feel and how they are really coping with their lives.  Its part of my health management. I learn from them and try to take in things they impart.  Its a chain of connectedness.

Thank you Avatar for imparting this ideal so effectively.  Yes I am in the center, and I am outside the circle reaching in giving my part to Universe.

Thank you to all those who listen, who judge, who don’t, my friends, my acquaintances and those Ive yet to meet.  I listen to you – a conduit for a deep knowing through  me and me through you and all through the universe we share.  Thank you Internet for allowing this to be – connecting us all as one.  Especially those of us who are really LOUD! 

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I’ve been amiss in my Thankful Thursday posts.  With building my Rum Felicity and Catt Paw Massage websites there has been plenty of  online creative processing.  That and along with working on a web presence for my friend, Simrat’s online art home, and facebook posts and meanderings  I’ve been pretty busy.

I need though to acknowledge some wonderful things that are happening in my life.  So here goes.

1) I feel so fortunate to be employed by Montanya Distillers.

They are great people with a driving force to succeed.  What other kind of people would I want to align myself with.  If you apply yourself you can’t fail.  Apply myself  is what I am doing and I feel like my employers recognize this and appreciate it.  Yet I have had a couple set backs thanks to San Juan Mountain weather, having to cancel rum tastings in Grand Junction and Montrose last Friday.  Heather and I are suppose to be taking off today to get those tastings done.  I wake up this morning look outside and  argh… more snow!  The Mountains look socked in. I hope its just a dusting and we can make this trip as I don’t want to cancel on these folks again.  This is the first time I’ve been bummed by the snow.  I’m thinking that no more trips planned around the state until after April. Do all my driving this summer and settle back into phone calls this winter.  With that said, I am going back to Arizona first week in April to do tastings there which brings me to my second item to be thankful for.

2) My car is a good little car, but its not a long distance car by any means.  Its wonderful in the conditions I live in here in Silverton,  yet it struggles a bit out on a road.  I worry that if I take it too far from home, I’ll get stuck somewhere and have to call my son-in-law to come get me.  So, I have this Montanya trip planned for April to Arizona.  Its a good gig, worth the effort in the potential income it could generate.  So what did my company do?  They are renting a car for me to take on this trip so that I can get our product established in Arizona.  I know that other companies do this sort of thing… it’s just never been done for me before.  I am so thankful!!  I want this job to blossom for all concerned, I’m loyal and dedicated to the company and it feels good that they recognize something in me and are willing to take a risk on me.   Well its not really a risk… but some folks would see it that way.

This brings me to the third item.

3) Risk.

I’ve been looking at horses for a while now – trying to decide whether I want one or not and if I do, which kind.  Well I settled on the fact that I do want another horse. Its really hard though, because I am in love with a certain kind of horse a certain quality and personality. I’ve been spoiled by the likes of Asad, Kindlewood, and Madrid.  Elegant athletic, comical and loving companions.  These horses knew how to be friends.  They also had a certain beauty and grace that made the heart and soul sing when you gazed upon them.  So as I studied different breeds and individuals I became aware that what I really wanted was something similar to them in type and being.  As much as I admired other horses and types of horses, my heart would start when I came across certain ones.  In the process I tried to buy three different horses and either was turned down or became apprehensive and backed out.  I have a real fear of facing the pain that disease can cause for my horse after the devastating effect Kindlewood’s suffering and death had on me.  I could not bring her son home, because I was too afraid, and he reminded me of horses of the past.  A risk I just could not make myself face. I needed to move forward not backward.  I just could not look upon Pro everyday and not see him , but rather see his mother and her death,  and the loss of his grand sire and grand dam.  Not fare to him and too painful for me.  Heather said it yesterday… Mom, you had to sever yourself from them in order to move forward with a horse.  How profound of her!

So move forward I have…  and this is where I have landed.

Just a gorgeous 3 year old filly named Shades of Gray. A registered Spanish Mustang, gaited and appy.  Definitely my type of elegance and fluidity. I have never liked gray horses.  But I have fallen in love with this girl.  She is appy but she is turning gray which means that she will lose her spots someday and become a white horse.  I see fine China!!

Isn’t Shade one of the most feminine and sweet girls you’ve ever laid eyes on.  She’s a girly girl and I love that about her! I am back to being excited about the future and making plans for how we will live together. What kind of gear we’ll use together and what kind of education we’ll share together.  New journeys… new adventures.

Shade will remain in South Dakota at Don and Terri Harwood’s until June 2012 then she’ll make her journey to Silverton to play with me in the mountains for the summer, learn about human idiosyncrasies like climbing up on her back and such nonsense.  Then she will spend her first Colorado winter on pasture near Silverton.  I’m thinking of bringing her in off pasture in February of each year and boarding her for three or four months each spring where I can take lessons and brush up on my dressage training as someday this is what I want to do with her.  Haute Ecole…

 

Dreams… I want to thank Don and Terri Harwood of Blue Moon Spanish Mustangs for making this new dream possible. I’m so full of gratitude.

4) I want to thank everyone who has traveled this journey with me and have remained good freinds and valuable support.  Those who felt the impact of my experiences and shared their warmth and kindness as we waded through the muck together.  YOU all mean the world to me!

Thank you!

 

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December 13, 2011

For Thankful Thursday I am exploring  my future and how excited I am at coming to the realizations below. This post may take me a couple of days to put together as it may become fairly detailed. It’s about dreams or maybe a dream. It’s about passion. In my minds eye I see dreams as passions. Some are fulfilled and many if not most are never experienced. For one reason or another we skip this dream or passion for some other usually more practical approach to life. You know what I mean, that thing you long for but is out there in the distance seemingly unattainable. The thing that you would have to change your life for, make sacrifices for, maybe even change a piece of yourself for. That thing.

This post is about “that thing“.

I’m making a list of the passions in life that I find intriguing beginning with my life long lived passion breeding horses and ending in my lesser passion, travel, as in seeing the world through the worlds eyes. In between, there may be developing my artistic nature, losing myself in the creation process. Or, building a straw bale home just to my personal specifications. I’ve always enjoyed the idea of creating an aquatic farm. If you have read this blog for any length of time you’ll know that I love heritage seeds and species, sustainability and locavore… oh where I could go with that!

I found a blog recently while following my passion for horse breeding that brought me to a complete stand still. My mouth a gap, barely breathing, this blog’s author was writing about her passion, her dream the passion/dream which she was living to its fullest possibilities. I’m saying to myself as I peruse the pages, why isn’t that me? That’s when I woke up to the fact that what she was doing with her life was very similar to what I want to do with mine. The blog: Journal of Ravenseyrie celebrates a lifestyle that I am drawn strongly to. Set on an Island in Canada…

(Ravenseyrie)

(who wouldn’t want to live on an island) raising a rare “type” of horse while living a predominantly sustainable life?

(Grooming on the beach of Ravenseyrie)

Let’s step back into that last sentence.  The folks living on this island on this particular ranch raise a “type” of horse, not a “breed”.

(Horses of Ravenseyrie)

That is where it came to me, the realization that I to am more inclined toward a type of horse than a breed per say,  and then my  hearts passion ran away with me. That and I tend to spend hours almost daily studying the Iberian horse of Old and have for most of the past 20 years.  I think that qualifies as a bonafide passion.

Okay I’ve got that down now. Its a hard pill to swallow after years of being indoctrinated by family, friends, colleagues, mentors that one must be loyal to a breed.  Purity is utmost important and anything less than pure was not of any value.  Well I tend to go through a metamorphosis every now and again and seem to have gone through another one of late.  Things are going to get sticky here so you purists hang on to your horses.

As breeds go and this is just my opinion based on years of observation and first hand working with many different breeds.  Most breeds are bred for a “type”  within that type are harbored certain “traits”  that lend themselves to the “function” of that specific “type”.  Two perfect breeds to represent what I mean are the Arab and the Quarter Horse.  First the Arab – a breed that lends itself to molding for different functions without losing the breeds type.  The breeder enjoys the freedom to work towards a specific discipline such as english park seat (extreme trot and energy),

(The Park Horse)

english pleasure, (relaxed hack style trot), sport (based on dressage and jumping), western pleasure (low head profile, round and based on trail riding), cutting (deep rollback and quick exchanges of movement to head off calves),

(The Cutting Arab)

racing,

(The Racing Arab)

or the breeder may breed for extreme conformation traits just to name a few.

(The Halter Horse or Conformation Arab)

All without losing the “type” of the breed. This is because the breed type breeds true.  I believe this is because the breed as we call it is really just a type that has been manipulated and if allowed to breed on its own without the aid of mans hand would revert back to its original form which is not too far from its current form.  The Quarter Horse (QH) is another breed who’s type traits may be molded toward certain disciplines.  English pleasure, western pleasure, racing, sport, dressage, cutting, roping, (bulldog vs racing traits), etc.  The QH however will revert back to very different animal if allowed to breed on its own, and this is because it is made up of different types that may or may not derive from an original type of horse.  The original type or types will be dominant over time if left to their own devices.

Either way if you take these two breeds or now we are referring to two different type of horses you may change specific anatomical alignments to achieve the discipline capable horse of your choice. This may be done in one to two generations.  As a breeder it makes sense to choose from one of these two easily molded breeds.  From a geneticist point of view though working with a more primitive type of horse may be more challenging and more or less rewarding.

This brings me back to my passion and the dream I have held so tightly to for so much of my life.  To recapture the original type traits  that made horses of most any origin sound, durable, resilient and capable.  Also though I have always since childhood been drawn to the reachier more elegant traits naturally within the various original types.  This also falls over into dogs (I prefer sight hounds), also cattle (Long Horns), or you name it.  Elegance has always driven my breeding plans.

Over the past few years I have been studying the hip composition of the Old Iberian horse.  This done in reference to what traits makes the Spanish type of horse Spanish.  I began this journey because  I was involved with a “breed” who suggests to have a Spanish origin and I believe that many misconceptions have been made to make that determination.  The breed standard calls for a short croup (fewer vertebrae) which places the tail up on top of the rump (an Arab type trait), rather than hanging off the end of the rump down low (a trait well known to be of Old Iberian origin through the influence of the Barb horses brought to Spain by the Moores).  The breed standard does call for a sloped croup and low set tail which is an oxymoron.  Can’t have both.  Concaved profiles on certain foundation stock , lack of elasticity in movement, croups with a broad defined iliac crest, straight stifles and many other non Iberian traits run a muck through the breed. However the breed does fall within its own type. It “was” a very versatile breed competing in many of the major disciplines mentioned above, yet it seems to be moving toward a sport horse or rather sport pony future as the breeders are choosing horses that move flat, long  somewhat stiff and round. Flat, long, stiff  are NOT  Iberian or Spanish traits.  In doing so they are changing the type of the breed.  Even those trying to breed toward an Iberian goal are ending up with fancy pony types who may have  a certain hip assembly or head profile, but the elegance and elasticity are gone.  Again altering the type which the breed has developed into by breeding for one or two traits.  What bothers me is the hype about being of Spanish origin then banking on it without the proper traits being present.  Most of the horses in the breed show draft (an original type), Arab/Oriental (an original type), and I must add pony (an original type).  The molding of these original types has created a very beautiful silhouette that many uninformed eyes refer to as Spanish. A few and I mean a very small percentage actually show the true Spanish type traits and those who do show the Sorraia traits to some degree.  The Sorraia being of primitive “type” and genetically featuring into the Old Iberian horse to some degree or another. Once upon a time a few horses emerged in the breed that looked like smaller version of Andalusians/Lusitanos, but that is becoming few and far between.

Since my passion is to breed toward the old Iberian type which was created from crossing Barb horses onto indigenous Iberian stock. I’m thinking that the Sorraia who’s traits are also of an original type, that being a very

(The Sorraia Horse)

primitive type, may have the power once crossed in the right combination’s with other specific animals with varying Iberian traits to bring back the horse of old in some degree.

Some degree.  Some degree…

A plan is formulating…  1/2 Sorraia 1/2 Colonial Spanish Mustang from the following groups, Spanish Mustang, Kiger, and Sulphur (with care taken to choose from certain traits and bloodlines).  Then a possible influence from one or two other programs out there that are trying to achieve the same goal. One being a Romero McKinley (Spanish Mustang) with a small  infusion of an Old traited Peruvian Paso.  Another is made up of a Lusitano base also infused with Old traited Peruvian blood.  The goal here is not to produce a breed of horse or recreate a breed, but to RECAPTURE A TYPE.  This type like the Quarter Horse should become mold-able for varied disciplines without losing its type, yet if left to breed on its own should revert back to its original form and hopefully if the origins are strong enough that type will be ideally of a primitive form.

(Animado (left)  Interessado ( right)  – primitive  Iberian “type” horses of Ravenseyrie)

Its a passion.  One being reborn with a great deal more education and much less reliance on others perceptions.  Age and life experiences bring wisdom.  Not that the wisdom I have now obtained will fortify me to reach the goal I have set.  But its a passion and dream and I intend to follow it.

(Lusitano)

Oh but how do I incorporate as many of my other passions as possible into this life I want to pursue?  Well in order to reach my goal I have to finance it which means I have to work and that work I have decided must include travel. I am interviewing with a micro distillery of an exotic rum product.  They are growing leaps and bounds and becoming established all over the world.  You can read an article about “them” or  rather, I am hoping soon to be “us” here: Edible San Juan Mountains 2010 thumb through the magazine or go straight to pages 16/17 for the article on Montanya Distillers.  YEAH!!

(Montanya Distillers tasting venue)

I’m on it!  So with that I see a future again… I see my passion breeding for the Old horse of Iberian traits…  incorporating my artistic skills in creating pieces to celebrate the beauty and elegance of that horse, travel with my job and take time to view other similar programs, maybe even write about what this journey unfolds. Who knows how many of my passions could be  explored from this meager beginning.

Now take a deep breath, charge past my fears and apprehensions, the advice of others, leaving the easy route behind me in a flash. Here I go!  Wish me luck!

Side Note: All horses are valuable, all are beautiful, all are worthy.  We choose our poison, I’m choosing mine.  For the Peruvian worriers regarding DSLD/ESPA the stock that is being chosen by the breeders of the Old Iberian horse traits projects are being  derived from animals that are between 20 and 28 years of age imported from Peru of the oldest bloodlines possible.  Animals of convexed head profiles and as close to the proper Old Iberian hip assembly as possible are being chosen from stock who have been used hard, bred hard, and are still sound at ripe old ages.   It appears from these breeders observations that the old Iberian traited horses are the predominant sound horses of all the aged Peruvians they have found. I believe this is a worthy task and I believe the breeders involved would send in samples to  Dr. Cothran to prove their lines clean when the opportunity arises to do so. These are the kind of breeders I want to align myself with.  Its called being responsible.

So on this journey I go, Thankful for the direction in my life or rather reunited with my direction of the past but better armed with a more reliable knowledge, an open mind, and great people “who get it” to share these passions with.

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December 16, 2010

Oh wow today is Thankful Thursday!!!  I almost forgot. It’s been hard for me to get my mind back on track since returning home from AZ, having messed up my weeks more then once now.  I am so lucky though to have very kind and patient people around me.

Today let’s go on a  journey of gratitude for the smallest of things.

1) my very cozy bed this morning… a couple extra hours just luxuriating in the warmth and comfort of it.

2) the morning walk to Kendall Mountain Cafe with a neighbor of mine for a nice breakfast by the coal fire while watching the snow fall from the window at our seat. Kendall Mountain is my ex-son-in-law’s establishment.  It warms my heart to see him doing so well with it.

3) I spied something beautiful last night…

Looking at him just makes me happy!  I spent the night making up names for him. Even though he will never be mine.  Fire Horse, Thunder Storm, Romance Writer, Rio Ranger, He Who Makes Thunder, Storm Chaser, Cheveyo (Spirit Warrior)… and on and on.  Makes me smile!

4) The twinkle in Dragon’s (the bearded dragon) eye each morning when we say our morning salutations together.

5) Lessons that touch our heart or make us take pause.

(Photo from:  “The Jungle of Life” I love what this guy has to share!)

Like reuniting with a friend  just to lose them again. Sobering….  or maybe the friendship was never what you thought it was or could be.  Letting go and loving unconditionally regardless of the outcome.  I choose to love my friend with all my heart…   unconditionally.

6) Feathers… just because they are exquisite!

(Artist Julie Thompson – more of her amazing work can be seen at Toxel.com)

7) Dragons… yes I love dragons. They remind me much of myself – finding myself sometimes against all odds in a world that doesn’t understand me fully… nor I it.  But I’ll stand bold and brave in the face of armored knights with their spears and lances, and unleash the fire from within.  Yep I love Dragons!

Wait… wait…  here it comes…

hehehe… don’t get burnt!

Okay not the most finite or subtle or minute of things to be grateful for.   But a journey non-the-less into who I am and how I feel – from the grace of a beautiful creature called horse, to the lessons of love and lost of friendships that will be carried deeply within. From the beauty and delicate nature of the feather and the vision it brought to one artistic eye, to the fire that lies beneath this quiet persona. Beware of Dragons!  No one loves more deeply than, nor rises more violently than one of a Dragon’s heart.

Yummm.. I love this stuff!  Puts this huge smile on my face and makes me want to give thanks for simply being alive. To be able to use my imagination, while witnessing the imaginations of others. To know what it really means to love unconditionally.  All of it even the pain and suffering that sometimes accompanies the wonderful things in life. I am so thankful for all of it.

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December 9, 2010

Well its final Pro stays with  Kathy of Kickapoo Farm in Wisconsin.  I am horseless.  Kathy has plans to put Pro under saddle in the spring and possibly take him to the Midwest Fair in 2011.  I’m moving on… but will enjoy watching him grow and flourish in Kathy’s capable hands over the coming years.  I am so grateful for Kathy!  Kathy you are the most wonderful human being!

Much is on the wind these days.

(Painting by Josephine Wall titled “Wind of Change”)

My C/Store job may be at risk as we have very little business right now. I may be forced to look at unemployment which I have never used before, and since I am also self employed it may be out of my reach.  So if that happens folks I may be forced to move back to AZ for work. If this comes around I will look for something similar to what I have here in living situation and pick back up many of my clients.  This could mean doubling or tripling my income, and it would not be a permanent move, as I would keep my place here too. It could turn into a 6 months here 6 months there sorta deal. Goal?  To pay off my debts.  I have no real desire to move back to Arizona, you all read the negative impact it had on me during this past trip back to visit friends.  But I can handle AZ… AZ you  just bring it on!  Don’t get me wrong I love her still. I just get messed up when I’m there..  I can handle it though and maybe it would be good for me to go back and become master of her rather than influenced by her.

I was thinking I could take up a couple classes while there in the winter months (OH GOD NO!  Not a SnowBird!!)… I’d actually miss the snow… sheesh!  But I also build websites and I’m kinda behind the ball an could use some updating in php etc. Then there is continuing education for my massage business and I could finish up my studies for my Nationals accreditation.  So it may be a good move if it comes to be. I am grateful that I have the opportunity to move if I choose to.  How freeing!  I am grateful that I have many friends and clients in AZ who would like to see me return even if only for a few months.

It’s a big  IF!

So now here I am  excited about the possibilities.  What comes next…  how life winds around in its own unconcerned journey to find us ever moving and always evolving.  Gotta love this life!

Things to be thankful for:

1) my quality of life is fabulous

2) my family and friends are everything to me

3) Dragon woke up from his 2 month sleep!! Did I tell all of you that!?  YAY Dragon Companionship – he is the best!

4) my health is excellent

5) It’s a wonderful holiday season

6) I so enjoy my little abode, its safe,warm and comfy.  My plants and paintings, and rug all make it so enjoyable and relaxing to be in.

Have a great week all!  Be thankful – life has so much to offer!

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December 2, 2010

Being filled with gratitude sometimes takes a conscious effort to open up or take the time to absorb or be filled with thoughts, feelings, memories or stimuli that solicit a thankful spirit.  That is where I am today. Making a purposeful effort.

I came to my blog really wanting to discuss lost memories – something that troubles me.  My friend Ron and I were discussing times past when we rode our horses together.  I cant for the life of me remember any of those rides. I remember him riding past my house or me past his, but I cannot remember ever riding with him.  That saddens me because that past buddy thing we had going on really meant something to me.  Also I have folks come to me all the time who I’ve known in the past and I cant remember how we knew each other.  I know that we did things together or shared something with one another… but what?  I don’t know when this happened. Was it a closing off of something inside of me back when I had to let Asad and Madrid go?  Was it my mother’s death or the loss of my house?  Are those excuses?  All I know is the events of around that time in my life have faded in my memory.  I apologize to all for anything that I may have forgotten.

(Photo found at iblard.com)

Well I’m not going to sit here and worry about it.  Today is sunny and warm, I just received an incredible massage from my guru and friend Maryanne, have a beer in hand and some chips – yep I’m eating chips.  Usually I’m eating nuts or fruit, however today is indulgence day and I’m jumping in the deep water.

I received some very good advice today that if I were to follow it would free my life up for anything I might want to pursue.  Basically pass on the animals for now.  If I go ahead with plans for horses and dogs I will trap myself on a piece of land where I wont be able to explore new places and things that interest me. Something that feels very important.   This is the battle I wage everyday… do I or do I not bring Pro home and get a dog?   A friend told me recently that they felt they may not be able to ride a horse in ten years.  This has been a fear of mine, that if I don’t stay aboard a horse that I wont be able to ride later if I choose horses again. So my goal has been to bring a horse home.   Yet what I really want to do is go dip in that ocean you see in the photo above, to swim with wild dolphins.  To work with raptors, to…

Having a horse or dog or whatever that needs a permanent home could wait a few more years when I’m tired of moving around and want to nest with my companions.   Also I can still go take riding lessons at some discipline I have always wanted to try. Did you know Parelli is based in Pagosa Springs?  Hell, I could drive over there and volunteer. With that said I need to consider Pro and Kathy.  I am so stressed out over what to do with him once he is here and how much it’s going to cost to get him here.  My mind is consumed with it – it’s apparent in my blog posts.  I get brave sometimes and spout off about all that I will do and that I can make it happen – which I can, but is my heart in it? I still feel pressured by my horse friends by being witness to their horses and their dreams goals that are not so unlike my own aspirations of the past.  I am in a phase of letting go of the past  and maybe I need to make this a complete severing of my comfort strings.  I know if someone were to walk into my life and bring horses with them that I would indulge myself once more in that lifestyle. But right now it’s about me and exploration of new adventures.  The last thing I want to do is trap myself in a town away from my comforts and friends and family just to have a couple pets.  I need to invest into me and new adventures and experiences.

For this insight I am grateful. For the process it has taken to get here, I’m grateful. For my friends who stand beside me and say it like it is, I am grateful!!  It is hard to let go, its hard to move on,  but I am a pioneer spirit and I see a horizon just over there…

I want to see what is over there on that horizon. I could ride my horse across that meadow, but what do I do with him once there? How do I house him, feed him, and have enough left over to prepare for the next journey?   This may disappoint some of my horse friends who were so anxious to see me BACK.  Well I’m not sure I will ever be back… as in back as I was before.  Who I was and what I aspired to then are no longer the same, I’m a very different person these days and I love who I am.
For who I have become, I am grateful. For who I will become, I am grateful.  For all of you…  I am grateful.

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Blahhh…   I’ve been sick for the past couple of days.  Seem to be getting over it though fairly quickly.  Which is good because I need to be working as much as possible the next week prior to my trip back to AZ.  Even in illness I find beauty.  Things like Pam sending over EmergenC and Heather making me soup – and how yummy it was too! I spent the whole day yesterday listening to tantra music and tribal belly dancing music. I love the primal feel of both and the images they conjure… the journeys they wisp you away on. So I spent an entire day journeying  to places only my mind can take me. It was nice to be so in tune with ME.

Only 8 more days and I’ll be visiting my bestest friend, Krissy in AZ.

(Here is Krissy with her best buddy Celt’s Kindlewood – or more lovingly known as Wooders)

She just had her second son and I am so looking forward to seeing her and both her boys.  Then I venture off to meet up with Ron, my old buddy from yesteryear, and someone with whom I am starting a new adventure with.  I’ll be visiting Rebecca also and maybe even Sheila while I’m there.

(There goes Rebecca riding Sophie, her paint mare, on one our trail rides)

I could use a good old fashioned Inipi (sweat), so maybe that’s in store for me too, along with a nice spa day.  Man cant ask for anymore than that. I am so excited.  I’m one lucky girl!

No…   I worked hard to get to this place… never will I forget those who passed, the battles I waged…  the losses… the gains…  the people who stood beside me…  the ones left behind, and those present in my life today…  all that has culminated in who I  have become.

One lucky girl.

Isn’t life wonderful!!

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