Seeing that Klout once said that I am influential about unicorns, I thought that this would be fitting (hee hee):
I took a trip to Irene Dairy Farm this past weekend on the way back from a beautiful Spring Day spent with horses.
Walking through the deli shop, picking up a caffè mocha along the way to the lush green grass to sit under the trees, things looked promising.
Still rushing on endorphins from the day’s activities, I almost expected to find happy cows bouncing around in the grass, smelling daisies and playing tag.
I found no happy cows. I found sad cows. Cows that know nothing other than a cycle of eating/drinking while being chained to their tiny segment of barn, walking to be milked, getting milked. And then again.
Calves are separated from their mothers and lie in their dirty stalls, looking at the passing kids with a look that pierces your heart.
I’m sure that this quaint little farm is a lot better than other mainstream dairy farms, but I didn’t leave a with a warm and fuzzy feeling in my tummy.
The reality of the dairy industry is that it can never been warm and fluffy, given the demand that we put on dairy products. Cows will not be jumping through daisies and laughing with each other.
I came across this competition yesterday from Oudemeester:
Diamonds aside, this got me thinking.
How do you know when you’ve made it?
I posed the question on my Facebook page and expected my numbnut friends to come up with some ridonculous ideas of wealth and success. I remember once paging through a lifestyle magazine (yes, once upon a time there were things called magazines and they were printed on paper), and saw a house with a beautiful wild forest garden. In this fairy garden paradise was an open air kitchen and dining area. I cut out the picture and stuck it on my fridge and told myself that you know you’ve made it when you have an outdoor kitchen in your forest fairy garden.
Although that would be bloody marvelous and I wouldn’t say no to having one if I had the means, in all honesty there are much deeper and more satisfactory signs that you’ve made it in life.
Here are some of my Facebook friends answers to my status “You know you’ve made it when…”
- you don’t need to brag about your ‘achievements’ on Facebook anymore
- you have a penis butler
- ……. you’re happy
- you can look back and actually be proud of what you have achieved and how far you have come…
- you get back to the stable and your T-shirt isn’t full of dirt at the back (from falling off a horse)!
- …you no longer need Facebook to complete your sentences.
- all the things you dream of come true… It is an ongoing thing for me, not just a single moment
- people don’t judge you for doing arb things like eating a bacon, asparagus and mayonaise salad. They think you’re starting a trend.
Okay, so besides the penis butler comment (not sure what that is all about?) it looks like I have some pretty sensible Facebook friends. Nobody mentioned a forest fairy garden kitchen, though. I must be wrong.
So, Oudemeester, although I haven’t entered your competition as I don’t have a bottle of Demant in my hand, here is my answer to your question:
How do you know when you’ve made it?
- When the things most important to you in your life have never been bought
- When the greatest joy in your life is seeing pure joy in the face of someone else and knowing that you helped make that happen
- When you look into the face of fear and say “Yippeee!”. No matter how bad the situation, you know that there is always a way.
- When you find happiness in every day
How do you know when you’ve made it?
Having many gorgeous nieces and nephews around, I have grown accustomed to reading them bedtime stories filled with ridiculous stories of frogs turning into princes, and the pretty demure princess getting the handsome prince and living happily ever after. A farce based on fanciful stupors of materialistic royalty and shallow goals.
I read a story to my nephew over the weekend that was pretty damn cool, though, in my books.
A Golden Touch
There was once a king who wished that everything he touched would turn to gold.
His wish was granted by a passing fairy, and he ran around his palace turning all his belongings into gold. Vases, statues, plates and even cushions were turned to gold as soon as he touched them.
“I will be so rich,” he thought.
Before long, the king started to feel hungry.
“Bring me some fruit,” he ordered his servant. But when the king picked up an apple, it turned to gold before it even reached his lips.
The king began to feel very sad, but when his wife tried to comfort him with a hug, even she turned to gold.
“I never want to see gold again,” sobbed the king and he wished with all his heart for things to be back to normal.
Luckily, the fairy, who had been watching all along, took pity on him. everything changed back to the way it had been before.
The king had learned his lesson and he knew that there were many ordinary things more valuable than gold.
Okay, so if I had written the story, the fairy wouldn’t have taken pity on the king, but you get the point…
Following my new love affair with horses, I’ve found it quite difficult to explain the inherent emotional power that they possess. Not only do I not fully understand it, but what I do understand is very difficult to put into words.
To quote from the article by Jacqui Du Plessis:
“They demand emotional and behavioural consistency and remain rooted in the present moment. Engaging with a horse requires of you to be honest and open. No matter your mood, attitude or actions, you can be sure the horse will mirror it – change these and the horse will respond likewise. It has been speculated that no animal is more sensitive to human moods and non-verbal communication than a horse. This provides a unique and powerful opportunity to reflect on oneself, to identify needs, and to explore the actions required to meet these. What can be more powerful than digging deep inside oneself to find your very own solutions?”
That may be the verbalisation I’ve been looking for.
I found myself stuck googling Blunt Cards for a while today, a complete digress from researching the latest social media trends on financial services. I had such a giggle.
These cards are really, really blunt…and most of the time just plain bitchy, but I must say that if we are honest with ourselves, we have probably been in a situation where we have thought something along the lines of one of these revoltingly brutal cards (admit it).
Which one’s your favourite?
My poor blog is about to be my own personal therapy centre. I apologise in advance.
I recently spoke to a therapist who lectured me about the fact that I don’t lean on friends and family when I need support. I promptly asked her why I should do that because I’m really the only one who is ever actually there for me, so why should I set myself up to be disappointed?
It is not logical to me.
People always say, ‘I’m here for you.’
When I actually take the plunge and decide, okay, maybe I should lean on someone else a bit for support ( as I am told to do) I realise that the wall that is ‘there for me’ is an illusion.
What’s the damn point?
No, Miss Therapist, I disagree with you.
Don’t be fooled, folks, it’s each (wo)man for herself in this world.
Having recently taken up horse riding, I’ve found that these animals like to teach us mere humans some lessons about ourselves along the way. Today I learnt how to just go with it.
Let me tell you the story:
Today’s horse riding lesson was about learning to trot. Once you have gotten the horse to move from a walk into a trot, you have to ‘post’, which is basically standing up and sitting down in the saddle to the rhythm of the horse’s trot. Sounds easy enough, but remember that you are sitting on a powerful moving animal, so keeping yourself in (and out of) the saddle requires some technique, some serious balance and core strength (while supposedly steering the horse in the right direction without pulling on the reigns).
Right, so once I get going with this whole new movement, Bella, my breathtakingly beautiful horse, decides that she likes where this is going and breaks out into a full canter. Now this was something new. Her body immediately moves in a completely different way (obviously while I am in the standing position in the saddle) and she puts foot on her internal accelerator, completely catching me off guard.
In that split second that my brain had to process what was going on, I had two choices:
A. Fumble around trying to figure out how to handle this and in the process likely fall on my head, or B. Sit tightly in the saddle, hold on and just go with it
I chose option B.
I just went with it. I just felt the rhythm of her movement and literally just went with the flow.
I did not fall on my head.
Do you see where I am going with this?
Sometimes we are faced with situations where we have no idea what to do. Life does not throw us only the problems that we know how to deal with.
Sometimes we are going to have to just hold on tight and go with it. Or we will likely fall on our heads.