Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Defender



Last night, a friend asked me why I love horseback riding so much.  I told him that when I’m on a horse everything else melts away.  There is a partnership that is forged, bonded and welded in a way that can’t be recreated anywhere else.  Together, you and the horse are bridging two completely different worlds, and learning to understand and communicate with each other in order to accomplish something.  It synergetic to be a part of something so miraculous as communicating with a being other than your own kind, witnessing the intelligence they have and being united, her legs walking as yours.  There’s also much to learn when observing a broken in horse.  In responding to the rider’s gentle nudgings and promptings, the horse is demonstrating total trust and respect.  They are surrendering control and power when they don’t have to.
I spend a lot of time with animals, especially dogs and horses.  It is my job and pastime and I love it.  This week was no exception.  Between house sitting, dog walking, kitty checking, horseback riding, and juggling my sister’s dog and my own kitty, I’d say animals were my best friend this week (with the exception of my actual best friend who helped with the juggling act).  I concluded my busy week with hiking up to my childhood stomping grounds, Deathsmith Canyon, with Jax this afternoon.  We explored new trails hidden behind overgrown Aspens and Cottonwoods.  As we made our way through a pathway that had secretly been hiding here my entire childhood and adolescent life, I began to ponder upon the beauty in hiking to new places.  The aromas are unlike any you’ve experienced before, your step is slightly more attentive as your foot learns the depths of the new earth beneath it, and the scenery is unlike any other landscape you have ever seen or will ever see again.  It is a process of discovery and exploration that also expands your mind to new places.  Jax was loving it too, bounding ahead and periodically looking over his shoulder to make sure I was behind him, or lying down directly in the streambed that occasionally meandered through our path.   Having spent so much time with creatures of the furry kind this week, and hiking this trail with little Jax, my expanding mind was filled with a love for all living things.  I realized that, although I don’t own any of these animals that are in my life, I consider myself their temporary guardian and mother.  They are vulnerable and innocent.  They are pure and nonjudgmental.  What you see is exactly what you get.  They have mastered the skill of being totally present in the moment they’ve been given.  In this vein of thought, I started to ponder where this affinity for animals all began.

I consider myself a biophiliac, craving the closeness of nature, and since animals are organically part of the earth it makes sense that I would be drawn to them.  But I think the answer to this question runs deeper.  Let me rewind to my childhood and get philosophical for a minute.  I have always been a defender of the quiet, vulnerable kind – be it people or animals.  I remember a situation with a childhood friend who was extremely shy.  We were in a church play together.  While we were choosing parts, everyone started to speak up on what part they thought my friend should have; because she was quiet, they must have assumed she had no opinion of her own and didn’t ask her.  I piped in and said with a childlike force, “Why don’t we ask her which part she wants!”  I’ve found myself in many situations similar to this throughout my life.  I don’t know where this type of assertion comes from considering I was extremely shy myself.  I speculate it’s for that very reason that I have evolved into a defender.  I was shy because at a young age I felt acutely aware of other humans and the energy they were emitting.  I realized their powerful skill for judgment, which if used recklessly (in my little, child world) was the most powerful weapon in destroying ones soul if you let it.  This was all so different than animals, who lack that type of judgment and expectation.  They were safe and always accepting of a self-conscious little girl.  Plus, they had vulnerability and defenselessness that drew me to them as their defender and lover.  And now, all these years later, animals have continued to find their way into my life, but now I get to give back for all they gave and taught me as a child.  I get to be their defender, their guardian, and stand-in mother. <3

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The Cat Just Keeps Growing!!!

 A few months ago in a previous post I referenced a Maine Coon kitten that I sat for named Hoo Doo.  At the time he was a younger, smaller kitten, yet his mass still equaled that of an adult, traditionally-sized feline.  Well, now the guy weighs 25 pounds. 
For comparison
He is 3/4 the size of his roommate and black lab, Maddie.  I could hardly believe it.  I thought a wild lynx had broken into the house as I entered the house and spotted the elusive creature bounding past my peripheral vision.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Death and Smith

These were taken with my phone camera so the images are grainy.
Last week Jax and I hiked up Deathsmith Canyon--the canyon that raised me.  It is literally right behind the neighborhood I grew up in.  I walk Jax, the Jack Russell Terrier, a few times a week and he also happens to be the little man I evaluated with in order to do animal-assisted therapy.  We haven't been doing it as of late, but I hope we will get back into it soon.  Anyway, as a teenager I basically lived in these woods.  I know the trail like I know the sound of my voice...the landmarks, the sounds, the smells guided me through the trails and landmarks of my own life.  Yet, last week when I headed up the familiar path, I noticed a fork in the trail.  I had never seen it before; or perhaps 15 years ago it had only begun its embryonic stages of development.  Either way, a new path was available for me to travel.  I didn't hesitate long before I knew I had to take it.  I knew the discovery that was available on this mountain and was eager for the opportunity to explore it further. 


I was surprised by how different this trail was than the one right next to it that I grew up traveling.  This trail...full of open groves where the sun beamed in, mixed with canopies of Quaking Aspens and trickling stream.  I forgot how much Jax loves water.  At the arrival of our first stream crossing he jumped in and immediately laid down in it.  He then proceeded to run large circles (ovals really) through and around the stream.  I recorded and posted it here.  My phone is ghetto-silly and only plays it sideways so turn your head to watch.

 The trail inclined quite dramatically until I reached a point of plateau where I came to a grove of Aspens that Jax had discovered.  Upon entering this elegant space, I was protected by their quivering embrace as I continued my ascent up the mountain. 

I reached a point at which the trail just faded away; there was no actual destination to arrive at but the journey to get there turned out to be more beautiful than the arrival to the end.   Here are just a few of the views along the way.
Full moon



Once again, the mountain was my teacher.  It is the journey of discovery of the places not yet reached where expansion within the soul truly occurs--rather than arriving at the destination itself.  It is exploring the untrod places of my heart that I learn what I'm really made of -- weakness, strength, ignorance, and wisdom.


Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Mare and Me




Last year about this time I was prepping to ride in the Lehi riding club.  It's nothing fancy, just a group of cowboy folk who love to ride that have joined together to join a low key competitive riding club.  Last year was my first year participating, and it was most exhilarating...it challenged me and expanded my moderate riding skills.  Poco, the horse I ride, is a returning champion and made it all look like cinch.  She taught me a lot and I loved learning from her throughout it all; mainly I sat back and let her do it all.

Water relay: transport water in a ladle and spill as little as possible. I spilled.
Potato Relay: stab a tater from one barrel, race to another barrel and whip it in. I made it in...after missing one time

Warrior Princess
Keyhole race: run in and out of a keyhole shape and as fast as you can without coming out of the lines! Poco nailed it.

Barrel Race: make a figure eight around three barrels as fast as you can.  Favorite.

 I had great friends and family come support me and cheer us on.  I was giddy the whole time and high on the fulfillment of a lifelong dream to ride horses.
Good friends + my amazing Momma = Perfect audience
Lilly wanted a ride!
 All in all it was a successful event.  We placed in two of the relays and had the opportunity to compete in Regionals, but opted out of going.  It was in Central Utah and it was all just for fun for us.  I'm looking forward to starting again in this year's riding club.
Thank you Poco. I love my life.
            

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Winter Wonder Land


I had the opportunity to house/pet sit for the mother of a good friend. There is a beautiful trail right outside their front door!
Tigger


Porter


Emigration Canyon

The Adventures of Mars and Bandit

                                
Keeping warm in her thermals at the cabin


Hiking hard on Granduer Peak

A rest after all that work...

Bandit on the other hand could have kept going for hours

Bandit found a caterpillar


Antelope Island


Mummy Bandit and Skeleton Mars on Halloween


Hoodoo, Maddie, and Dori

  Hoodoo, Maine Coon kitten drinking from the water bowl

Holding Hands


Behemoth cat


Maddie

New addition to the family: Dori the Newfoundland pup

Dori: Black Bear mixed with Gorilla