Our Most Valuable Asset

If I put a question mark after the statement in the title of this blog post. What would your answer be? What is our most valuable asset? What do we really need? If we have shelter, clean water, air to breath, food to eat – what else do we really need after that?

My mom taught me that time is our most valuable asset. I believe that to be true, along with good health. Good health, so that we are able to enjoy that time. To be able to learn, thrive, give, live, and love. What do you think? The memories we make with our loved ones, the time we spend with them, there’s no price tag on that.

This morning as I was meditating over all the good things I’m grateful for, time with my daughter came up. It always does. I’m so eternally grateful for that little voice that told me work part time when your daughter is little, and spend as much time as you possibly can with her. I’m grateful for my moms example, that showed me what’s possible, and truly important.

My daughter is 6 years old, and in school now. She has her own connections, friends, interests, hobbies, and opinions. I know she won’t remember the 48 states we visited, all the adventures, the books we read, the conversations we had, the horses we rode, and experiences we shared during her first years. Deep down in her subconscious, I know it is making a difference in her life. It sure had a huge impact in my life, still does. I’m so much more humble, grateful, and thankful now. But being a single mom in a new country, also taught me to stand up for myself, on a completely different level.

I’ve started to put together a book for my daughter. It’s not a book I’m planning on publishing, for the public to read. It’s just my thoughts, and photos from our adventures. It starts right after her birth, and ends when she starts school. I’m hoping to have it in print for her this Christmas. Her first years was as far from traditional that one could have, and I don’t think she realizes that. I think she is big enough now to appreciate a collection of stories, and photos of her first years. I’m thinking that it might help her, maybe now,  but also later in life, to understand who she is, and where she comes from. I’ve just started this project, but working with it fills me with gratitude.

I took the photo in the beginning at a 7000 acres ranch I worked at for almost a year, when she was 2-3 years old. It was in the middle of nowhere, in Nevada’s desert. We lived in a very comfortable RV, just my daughter and I. It was very peaceful. Once a week, or every ten days we drove in to town for supplies, and that was a big happening! Looking back at that time, I’m so happy we had it, challenges and all. I learned a lot about myself, what I’m capable of, and what I need, to be able to be my best. I felt that I had all the time in the world, to breath, to feel, to just listen to my daughter, and follow her explorations around the sage brush.

Just some thoughts for your Saturday 🙂 I hope you’re having an awesome weekend so far!

Love,

Ms Zen

 

Andalusian Horses – Andalusian World Cup

Andalusian Horses

Since the Andalusian World Cup is taking place in Las Vegas this week, (starting today,) I thought it was only right to post some photos of Andalusian Horses, to get in the right state of mind.

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Their beauty, and intelligence captured my heart as a little girl. These photos are taken with an old fashion film (yes!) camera, six years ago, during a visit to a breeding facility in Eastern Spain.

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The photos are not edited. You can see all the mud. It was spring time. Despite the mud, a trained eye can easily see that these horses are really nice horses.

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I’ve never had an Andalusian Horse in my stable. They usually comes with a very high price-tag. I almost bought a 3 year old Lusitano (from Portugal) once. The reason why I didn’t in the end, was that he was a little too desensitized.

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Who knows, maybe my next horse will be a beautiful Andalusian Horse?

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I am very attracted to intelligence, in people, and in animals. These magnificent creatures are extremely intelligent. I’ve spent a lot of time observing them, during some of my childhood summers in Spain.

On another note, have you ever used a film camera? I mean, the kind were you develop the negatives to get your photos? I loved my old Hasselbladh, that my grandma gave me. Probably not the easiest camera to learn with, but I sure loved it.

Looking back at these photos I am getting excited about seeing some pretty horses this week. I am working a full week as well, but I am definitely going to make some time to enjoy the party.

Love,

Ms Zen

Mirror Of The Soul

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I’ve always been fascinated by eyes. Belonging to both two, and four legged friends. They tell us so much. It’s true that some people learn to manipulate this to their advantage, but never animals. Animals live right here, right now. I love their honesty.

A few years back I started to collect my favorite close-up photos of horses, and dogs, with focus on their eyes. My intention was to publish it in a beautiful coffee table book; Mirror Of The Soul.  Well, unfortunately I lost the majority of my collection, due to some poorly protected files, and computer crashes. I could save smaller files of some of my favorites. Maybe in a few years my new photos of captivating animals eyes will be published, who knows? 🙂 For now, the photos in this post are my favorites. I think they speak a million words.

The first photo (above) is a wise, older, Arabian mare. She belonged to my friend Kate. She passed the rainbow bridge a while ago. The first time I met her, I visited my friend to take some family photos for her, and this mare told me, loud and clear, that she was part of this family. Her penetrating eyes were kind, but it was hard to meet her gaze. It was like if she was searching my soul. I had a challenging home life at the moment, I didn’t show that to any of my friends, but I couldn’t fool this mare. She was a confident alpha mare. Her eyes looked into my soul.

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These trusting, beautiful eyes belongs to my German Shepherd Gretchen. She is the most loyal dog one could ask for. When my own ayes are failing, her eyes sees for me. She is 4 years old now.

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These eyes also belongs to a German Shepherd. She never belonged to me, but I worked with her on and off for several years. If you compare her eyes, to Gretchen’s eyes, there is a big difference. This dogs eyes are insecure, and this was not a dog you could trust 100%. She was very insecure, and that means potentially dangerous, when it comes to dogs. Especially one powerful dog as a GSD. You can’t fully trust a dog like this. I come to love this girl very much, but I did not trust her. My dog Gretchen is of working bloodlines. Beautiful in her own way, but this girl came from a long line of show dogs. She was bred for her beauty. She was the most beautiful German Shepherd I ever seen. Physically she was perfect.

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This beautiful eye belongs to a gorgeous rescue horse. An extremely flighty horse. He used to jump the fence when the neighbors car pulled up in their driveway. He had a strong dislike for men in general. I started him under saddle, and I spent a long time befriending him, before I started to ride him.

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I think you can see that these curious eyes belongs to a young horse. In fact a wild mustang. This was the 5th day working with him, and we were able to take a walk outside the ranch he was stabled at. This is how focused he was on me, during our first walk. He was an incredible horse. A master of reading my slightest intent. During this walk, our very first one. I wouldn’t consider him halter broke, since it only was our 5th day together, I had no idea how he would act to things. Maybe it was stupid to take him out on a walk, but I could swear he begged me to. I had him in a rope halter, and a long lead rope, (for more control if I needed.) Halfway into the walk we meet a man. I can see from a distance that this is a man that I don’t particularly like. He lived in a house nearby, and he was always a little too friendly.  This mustang felt that. This early in our relationship. He was walking on my right side, but as we came closer he switched sides, to my left side, placing himself in between me and this man. He reared up when the man came to a distance of around 5 ft from us. Telling him to not approach. I encourage the horse to get down from his hind legs, and I took him over to the other side of the road. The man turns around, and gets back into his house. We continue our walk without further incidents.

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Naturally I have to finish with my favorite horse Trigger. This was after our very first trail ride together. A moment to remember.

I hope you enjoy these Close-Ups. They are a part of this week’s Sunday Stills. Feel free to make your own entry. I would love to see it!

Love,

Ms Zen