On March 13, I walked up our country dirt road, remedy bag in hand to a neighbor's home. The morning still, the sun warm, the air floral scented as spring, emerald green clothed the valley. Birdsong was the theme. I had worked on this mare before, years ago. The mare was pregnant, soon to foal. She had a bit of discharge that caused the guardian concern. No vet was able to come. I got the text and went to see the mare the following day. A beautiful racer she is, so full of life - in so many ways. The mare settled into the work. I left remedies and instructions... This past Saturday I got the text, the babe was born. Arriving in the Year of the Fire Horse, right after the Full Moon in Aries - this one will be a firecracker! Its been a flurry of loved beings passing of late, Dolly last September. My beloved cat Queenie, my sister passed January 1 of this year. Such events leave one in the changing tides of emotion grieving brings, revisiting the many layers of var...
Insanity, doesn't even begin to address. The mass hysteria, with less than a 1% death rate, the world awaits and lines up for an experimental jab. Not a vaccine, a fragment of RNA, it needs your own cells to replicate. To hide. In previous animal studies, such shots initially seem helpful, till the wild bug comes along and blows the immune system to attack itself. Unto death. No animal study was done on this jab. Those lining up are the study. The same technology that sparked ill health GMO's bring, now within you. Changing you, changing the way your immune system was suppose to operate. What will the long term implications be? Vaccinosis will take a whole new turn. Most think the initial shock to the system is all to worry about. Homeopaths know, vaccinosis can take months, years to show. It will be chronic, deep pathology that bankrupts families as manufactures are not held responsible for damage caused by their product. Often nerve damage, slow, de...
She kept an eye on me for quite some time, perhaps even months. Spying my actions as I worked my daily barn chores. Then, one day, she boldly proclaimed Solandana her own. A rogue red hen, now named Irene Henrietta Reed. So bold she commands the pack the feral cats around the place. Even rousts them from their food. Pooping on my porch, roosting in the trees at night. Dodging the hawk during the day. She is one tough chicken! Gene worries about where she will sleep come the winter snows. I tell him, "don't worry, she is one strong-willed bird, she'll tell us when the time comes." You'd think he know about strong willed women by now! There is so much to be entertained here by. The antics of the crazy red bird, the cats, dogs, horses and the wildlife - who needs TV? I'd much rather spend time outside with creatures that find us. It's time well spent that fills the soul, eases the mind and reminds one of the real value of life and freewill.
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