Memorial Day Everyday

Today  is kind of like Groundhog day for me ,waking up and remembering that I am alone without him and then going through the motions. The truth is that while somehow I have been able to stay the course and keep the farm going through all that has transpired after his death, I still feel like a failure in many ways. I am in therapy and I love and trust my therapist but we are only now getting to the deep grief and loss I feel. It will spill out every once in a while and  it still overwhelms and scares me. This year I set out to begin to build my personal life again and I am doing really good and feeling much better but there are still the heavy sad and even angry feelings living under the surface, always giving me the opportunity to grow and learn more.

This work  has shown me that I am not alone and that the spirit that lives in the horses can help carry you through anything if you stay open and honest with yourself. I am proud of this work and mission and what happened to Paul is a part of its story as much as any in the long eight years we have been open. I have learned that I prefer to live and roam in the field of possibilities and potential alongside the horses that have carried me so graciously throughout my whole life.

I am so grateful for the many that weathered the storms of emotion that overcame me and swept me away, sometimes for moments and sometimes for days. I am living and learning and I am so proud of so many and so much but today, this anniversary,  I am sad all over again.

My own groundhog day…at least I do not have to relive that terrible and awful morning when I learned that my whole world was shattered in a million pieces or more. I am carefully picking up the pieces that serve me and leaving the rest alone, I am doing the very best I can, every moment of every day and that is what I offer my friends that are alongside me. I have great hopes for us all and most especially what lives on this farm, the powerful spirit of love and connection that will always endure, no matter what.

 

 

 

 

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Billy not to be confused with Bill.

 

Time sure flies here on the farm and sometimes it seems impossible to retrace my steps to an event or moment gone by, yet some stories need and want to be told, no matter when we tell them.

I wanted to write about Billy the moment I met him. Billy is a rare beauty inside and out and while I love beautiful horses as much as any I felt I needed to know who Billy is to determine just how “beautiful” he really is.

Picking up NYC Billy. He had his once beautiful bejeweled halter on with red ruby hearts. A couple had rubbed off and his halter was a bit worn, all signaling that his time as a NYC carriage horse had come to an end.

His former owner loved him and was almost tearful telling me of Billy’s life and how not even an offer of over $5000 mattered to him as much as finding Billy the life he would love and deserve. Of course we knew we could help, we knew that Billy would easily find something because thanks to social media we are all so much better connected.  Billy is not only beautiful, he has perfect health, a quiet good manner and is friendly and easy going…even in a herd of not so friendly friends. Billy quickly and easily fit in here and as we handled him day to day we realized that whoever gets Billy will be so lucky, he really is all that his human Dad said he is…a really good boy. Billy is sound, strong, only 15yr, never been sick, willing, responsive and alert and while he has worked in NYC for a lot of his life, he likes farms better, his owner is sure of it.

Within a day or so he figured out where to hang out to stay cool and have a good view on things. He commanded his space and no one felt like pushing him around.
Billy doesn’t have a bad side. All his angles are beautiful.

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