Oh the joys of maintenance....thank god for this miracle liquid that is probably filled with chemicals and stuff that would kill any living thing in the vicinity. Yes, this most likely goes against my "organic" leanings as of late, but what can one do in the face of dirty aged wood? Is bleach organic? Hmm, according to the world wide web, I believe it is inorganic, and as we know...highly toxic.
I'm going to pretend that I didn't know that, that I didn't read that. Cisco is already annoyed that I don't want to use weed killer on the lawn...hence rows and rows of beautiful dandelions, and prickers, and crab grass...or whatever you call it. Besides, Mia loves those little yellow flowers! She picks me a new bouquet everday. He'd wring my neck if I said no to the fence cleaner. What can I do? I should just keep my mouth shut I suppose, or I'll be cleaning and staining the fence all by my lonesome!
This is Rodney...I think I'm in love with him. Isn't he gorgeous! So maybe he has a few whiskers, but that's okay. He's pretty sweet.
Rodney lives at SMILES. An equine therapy center for the disabled outside of Darien, WI. He was my buddy last night while my son (Riley) and I were volunteering there. You can read more about that here. Riley and I were pretty excited to practice our saddling skills that we learned last week.
Riley is getting pretty good at this stuff! I can see riding in his future (he wishes it were now, but we have to wait a while. At least we are learning, that's the important thing).
This is Rodney telling me to quit taking his picture. I don't think he likes my camera...I suppose it doesn't help that I had to use the flash. I was probably blinding the poor guy! I don't have the right camera or lens for this situation at the moment, though, so it had to do. Sorry Rodney.
"I'm serious, quit taking my picture!"
Ah, I'm just kidding. He was a sweetie pie. All the horses at SMILES are calm and gentle. I know they are trained to be that way, and they aren't accepted in the program if they aren't, but it still surprises me what they will put up with.
Now Honey here....
She thought it would be fun to try and eat my camera. She's a beauty! I have a picture that I drew when I was about nine years old that I swear looks just like her! I had goose bumps when I met her. It was like I knew I was going to meet her one day when I drew her long ago...
I'll have to see if I still have the picture in my studio somewhere.
This time we even had to sweep the barn.
It's amazing, though. Tuesday gets here and I'm always in the middle of something. I have a fleeting thought that Ah, I shouldn't go, I'm too busy. It's not like I have to bet there, but I go anyway, and I'm never sorry. I love that we get to be around the horses, that we're learning how to handle them, work with them, and take care of them.
I love that I get to spend the time with my son, too. Every time I'm walking across the arena, and I see him from a distance I feel proud. He's here because he wants to be. He knows he's doing a good thing, and he's ready and willing to learn more. It makes me happy, to say the least...something is working. He's growing into a fine young man.
And I'm loving the experience with the kids, as well. I wish I could take their picture, but there needs to be legal forms of consent signed before they can have their photo taken and published.
The girl I worked with last night was named Lacey. She is already to the point where she can walk her horse off lead, steer him through an obstacle course, start, stop, and back him up. She was quiet and shy at the beginning, but once we started walking, she relaxed almost instantly. Next thing I knew she became this little, laughing, chatter box full of noises and stories. It made me laugh, smile, and just plain feel good to be helping her.
I'm glad I finally decided to do this.
What am I gonna do now? Can you believe that my son, Riley, has become absolutely fascinated by this? Sure, he's been really into the whole Hunter's Safety thing, then he went into Trap Shooting...but this? I never saw this coming in a million years.
I guess it's my fault...at least partially. I am the one that got us into volunteering at SMILES. I thought it would be good to get us around some horses, especially if we want to have our own one day. Who would have ever thought that he'd have discovered the existance of this there?
We'll see is all I can say for the moment.
I wandered for a moment today,
beyond the boundaries of my day to day.
I rambled past the state-line,
down twisted roads and country lanes...
back to my grandmothers house,
my mother's house,
the basement once built by my grandfather.
I wandered into the vacant yard,
through the empty rooms, rotting with decay.
I wandered into the shell of a home,
haunted only by vague memories.
The house in which my mother shot herself.
There were no signs of angry ghosts,
no faint sounds of sullen mouths,
only a silent tranquility.
I know I shouldn't revisit these memories, but with her birthday coming soon, I can't help it. Some intangible force, perhaps the ashes of my grandmother that were scattered across the empty fields, or the quiet grave of my mother, beckon me.
I arrived soon after, beside her grave...
unprepared, and unannounced,
I hadn't planned on coming here the moment I left the house.
My hands were empty,
I had nothing to give,
but a few whispered words,
a promise that I'd never leave my children,
that I'd never give up as she had...
and so I left her,
I left her only with my tears.
At odd times throughout the last five years I've been called back to take that journey and remember. I'm forced to reflect, to accept, to transform, and most importantly to continue living...fully, a life that is gone to her, but still vital and real to me.
I'm not afraid anymore. I am no longer weak.
This was goodbye in more ways than one. It's been five years...it's time to let go. Forgive, try to forget, and move on.
2 comments:
I love her hair -- are those dreds?
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Hello Darcey, Rock On! You are definitely a Renegade Farmer :)
Hey Nelliebugs, last I checked they are indeed dreads ;)