I arrived home this afternoon from work and a function feeling drained and tired. A little headachy, nauseous and ready to pamper myself. But before I could do that I needed to muck out some stables, fill up the dog and cats water bowl, pick some lettuce for the pig and give the horses some hay. Before I knew it, I was embroiled in another feeling altogether. It is the first real spring summer day we have had in a while, and being outside surrounded by affectionate horses, bounding loving dogs and a pig looking for a kiss on the snout, I began to feel alive. I suddenly noticed birds chirping louder than I have in a long time (when I was feeling low and miserable I had not heard them). To top it all, the first yellow billed kite of the season swooped over our home. Now I sit typing out my joy, with a kitten purring at my feet and a daschund curled up next to me. And we wonder why animals are therapeutic. Attitude shift.
My mum passed when I was 23. I never really had the opportunity to come back home to a respectful relationship with her after my teenage rebellious tribulations and assaults on her goodwill. So this blog is to honour and thank her for her contribution to my love for nature. She was an avid bird watcher and had dreams of travelling through the bush. I have many memories of her being fascinated by animals on our weekend getaways to the Kruger National Park. My first memory of her was her riding a horse called Thunder. That is a beautiful memory and the name of the horse is as mystical and awe inspiring as her impact on who I am in relationship with animals. She was fearless. And always confident that all would be well. She had faith in my animal relationships always. As a very young child I was given the task on many occasions to hand rear orphan wildlife and pets. She never micro managed the process but would offer helpful insight that came naturally to her. ...
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