Hello Autumn

Hello Autumn

Ahh, this cool rain is such a relief from that crazy heat we had last weekend!

I’m really looking forward to some nice trail rides this fall.  (I’m hoping my horse, Rose, has a smooth recovery from stepping on a nail!)  I’ve also been planning a bit of a training program for my miniature horses, Luna and Jax,  since I want them to be trustworthy for my daughter and other kids to ride. And my retired horse, Scout, just gets be lazy and enjoy his geriatric years.

It’ll be nice to move back to the farm. I really can’t wait.

So what are you guys looking forward to this season? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!

-H

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People.

People.

People, you amaze me.

Sometimes, like tonight, I think of all the story parts I know about you.

How you break and fall, but stand and keep moving forward.

How you find reasons to smile, and to keep fighting.

How at your weakest, you’re truly the strongest.

You’re inspiring, you’re strong, you’re amazing.

So don’t give up on your dreams.

Never surrender to failure.

Learn. Grow. Breathe.

Embrace the changes that makes you the best version of yourselves.

Keep up the good work. 🙂

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-H

 

P.s. It’s my sister’s birthday!

Boxes.

Boxes.

We started going through Mom’s things this week.

How do you box up someone’s whole life without putting parts of yourself in there too?

Everything is attached to a memory, and when you know no new ones can be made those items become the only tangible things connecting you to the past. A past that you don’t want to be boxed away and done with. Realistically you cannot keep all of those things either though.

How are you supposed to pick which parts to hang on to, and what parts are okay to let go?

I know some stuff Mom would laugh at us for keeping. Somehow she always knew when it was time to let go. (whether it was items, feelings, or toxic people) She always knew what mattered most.

One of the things we found was a binder of poems that she had typed up. I read aloud a funny one about the time her dog actually ate her homework, and another one about some muddy boots. Then I came to one in font five times bigger than the rest, and red flowers in the corners, labeled CHANGE. This one I couldn’t read aloud.

CHANGE

Good bye-
We have said it before.
I guess it is time
to say it once more.

Our paths seem to split.
Two different directions they take.
The journey stays the same.
We live and love for Jesus’ sake.

Change is a part of life.
We know it to be true.
So now come some
changes for you.

Prayer will keep us
where miles have parted.
God will finish
all that He has started.

As you leave
look ahead to see
what God will do
and who you will be.

Susanna Collins
April 18, 2000

 

Until Next Week
– Mama T

 

 

Be Better.

Be Better.

Have any of you heard of Save The Storks?

If you have time watch this: 

If you have more time, watch this: 

 

A few years ago,  at Sonshine Music Festival in Wilmar Mn,  Save The Storks had a booth and a group of us actually met Joe Baker (Founder and CEO) and got to go inside one of their vans. It was a crazy, awesome experience. Especially for me, a teen in high school, who had written multiple school papers on the subject of abortion.

I can honestly attest to the van being  clean and inviting , with a safe feeling atmosphere.

Fast forward to my husband and I losing our son at 14 weeks in the womb. (The pain of that experience which can only be understood by someone else who has gone through the same thing. ) And I just remember thinking repeatedly, But….. I wanted him! while trying to fathom how anyone, when it really came down to it, could knowingly end a baby’s life.

This subject has been big on my mind, especially this month, because August was when my son was due to be born.

I couldn’t save my son, Aaron’s, life.  But Save The Storks gives me the opportunity to give other babies the chance to live!  That’s why I want to spread awareness of  the amazing work these people do.

Now, I realize that some of you honestly don’t have a lot of money. But even spreading the word about Save The Storks is helpful! Also, if you check out their online store, they have reasonably priced merch. So even if you have one dollar, you can buy one of their buttons and that money still goes towards saving lives.

I hope you don’t just pass this off, but think and act.  Because this is a serious cause.  Here’s a link to Save The Stork’s website: https://savethestorks.com/

Go check it out!

-H

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Red and Sparkling

Red and Sparkling

We picked out Mom’s gravestone today.

So, I wore my diffuser necklace, and put the blend Valor on it. I said, “okay Mom show us what you want.”

It was easier than I thought it would be…easy in the sense that we already knew what she would have liked so, it wasn’t a hard decision. Mom was someone who never hid the things she loved. You never had to wonder what to buy her, or what to make for her. And most importantly you never had to wonder how she felt about you. If you were someone important in her life, she made sure you knew it.

Thats all I have for now…it’s been a long week and it’s only Wednesday.

– Mama T

(This is a picture I found on Mom’s “worthy words” Pinterest board)

Water in the Wilderness

Water in the Wilderness

Home used to be a fixed place for me. Now, I see that home is wherever you carve a niche out with your people.

I like that. It gives me the free reign to create tiny worlds that exist within reality, but that also hold a shield against reality. (Finding peace in the storm.)

I never really noticed this concept until I became a mom. I’m so aware of my daughter’s wants and needs that I end up packing most of the house when we go anywhere. And then I ‘set up shop’ for her, so that she can feel safe no matter where we are.

Well,  on our recent trip to Illinois, I got to be with my people that I hadn’t seen for a while. And it was great. The five of us cousins, four with kids, all sat in the grass in one of my cousins’ back yards. Blankets, baby toys, and plates of pizza were spread all around us. And there we were; Battle scars, fears, hopes, and laughter  shinning like halos above our heads.  And as we talked (mostly about baby stuff..) the world and all it’s darkness couldn’t touch us.

Home. 

I’ve been desperately searching for peace and hope- being constantly pushed under the waves by tragedy, grief, and heart ache….

I know I’m not the only one.

So let’s all just close our eyes for a moment, take a deep breath, and let the chaos melt away.  Nothing can touch us- at least for this moment.

And when we open our eyes and feel the weight of the world on our shoulders again; remember this:

We will survive.

-H

 

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(I don’t know who this person is, but their words ring true.)

 

 

 

Feathers

Feathers

The air is heavy with humidity tonight- I love it! It almost seems a shame to keep the air conditioner on.

I had something I wanted to write about tonight, but I’m struggling with finding the right words..

So here’s a phrase (Passed on by my husband): Be in the moment.

I’ve been running away from moments, because I’m afraid some of them will be painful.

But lots of them actually turn out to be good.

And anyway, we don’t get today again. So, we might as well  enjoy it while we can.

I know this sounds like  positive jargon, especially on bad days and really bad days.

But,  even on my worst days ( and usually to my own disdain) I’ve found beauty in being able to breathe, cry, scream… or even in staring numbly at a wall.

I don’t know, maybe I am crazy.

Right now though, I’m just glad to be able to witness a smorgasbord of beauty with hardly any hardship attached.

Goodnight friends,

H

 

 

 

 

 

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