
I have to say there are times when I feel so honestly blessed to have grown up the way I grew up. Last week was one of those times.
I got some goats last spring as they were runts and a friend of mine didn’t want them, we’ve let them sort of roam around and they have gotten to be somewhat of “mascots” around the place, providing some pretty good laughs here and there. Recently we’ve also added some puppies to the mix, one permanent puppy and one regular visitor. The puppies also find entertainment in chasing and barking at the goats, which we do not condone and definitely discipline when we see it happen. However animals are animals and when we’re not around the mice will play.
This particular day the puppies had decided they were bigger and could have more fun with the goats so they chased them and chased them. I forgot to mention these goats are so fat and short (I attribute it to not getting their colostrum as “kids” – hahah.. get it?) so they are like tubby little lawn gnomes running around. The dogs eventually had them in the back of the barn barking at them, the one goat jumped down the large cow feeder and got his neck stuck in one of the squares, while the rest of his body hung down the side, he was bleating and bleating (that’s the sound goats make), my dad rushed to get him out of there, and he was able to still walk at this point, but soon after he showed signs of spinal damage so much so that he wasn’t able to stand properly.
Enter my sister Laura; she is a fiery red head that is literally a walking ball of love (I dare you to try to resist her charms). When we were little kids we would go to see the cranial sacral therapist and osteopath and she would teach us about bouncing a tennis ball between our hands, throwing it with one hand and catching it with the other (ok, so the tennis ball was just a ball of energy in our mind’s eye, but still we could feel it and it was super cool!!). I have been saying for quite some time that I think Laura (both my sisters actually) has this incredible talent to be able to heal, in fact I started asking her to use her energy on me (heheh yup Im totally a mooch!), I found her energy soothing, and I could feel it working throughout my body, I kinda like the “buzzing” feeling I always get when I go to energy workers, its like your floating on the table! (it’s really just as close to flying my inner child can get so I take it!).
So Laura being the walking fiery ball of energetic healing powers that she is, called our energy lady and asked what to do (through tears of course… you will know if you are an emotional ball of love how it is, the emotions just fall out of you, its part of the beauty of these types of people, so raw and authentic). Through some coaching, Laura spent some time with the goat, while the goat resisted the touch at first, there was a moment in which it surrendered and trusted Laura, you could see it as its whole body relaxed and it realized Laura was here for good.
The other day I walked into the barn to see both goats bounding around the hay loft, happy as, well… goats in a hayloft! It’s moments like this, moments of true beauty that I am reminded of how grateful I am to have been brought up on the farm, to have been raised “alternatively” in a time when alternative was so very outside of the box, I am grateful to my parents for having the courage and the sustenance to stay true to their convictions, to seek out ALL sides of the story and to really take ownership of their health and their lives. It’s stuff like this that you can only really experience to believe it. Its stuff like this that makes me so happy to be human, so that I can experience it!
I got some goats last spring as they were runts and a friend of mine didn’t want them, we’ve let them sort of roam around and they have gotten to be somewhat of “mascots” around the place, providing some pretty good laughs here and there. Recently we’ve also added some puppies to the mix, one permanent puppy and one regular visitor. The puppies also find entertainment in chasing and barking at the goats, which we do not condone and definitely discipline when we see it happen. However animals are animals and when we’re not around the mice will play.
This particular day the puppies had decided they were bigger and could have more fun with the goats so they chased them and chased them. I forgot to mention these goats are so fat and short (I attribute it to not getting their colostrum as “kids” – hahah.. get it?) so they are like tubby little lawn gnomes running around. The dogs eventually had them in the back of the barn barking at them, the one goat jumped down the large cow feeder and got his neck stuck in one of the squares, while the rest of his body hung down the side, he was bleating and bleating (that’s the sound goats make), my dad rushed to get him out of there, and he was able to still walk at this point, but soon after he showed signs of spinal damage so much so that he wasn’t able to stand properly.
Enter my sister Laura; she is a fiery red head that is literally a walking ball of love (I dare you to try to resist her charms). When we were little kids we would go to see the cranial sacral therapist and osteopath and she would teach us about bouncing a tennis ball between our hands, throwing it with one hand and catching it with the other (ok, so the tennis ball was just a ball of energy in our mind’s eye, but still we could feel it and it was super cool!!). I have been saying for quite some time that I think Laura (both my sisters actually) has this incredible talent to be able to heal, in fact I started asking her to use her energy on me (heheh yup Im totally a mooch!), I found her energy soothing, and I could feel it working throughout my body, I kinda like the “buzzing” feeling I always get when I go to energy workers, its like your floating on the table! (it’s really just as close to flying my inner child can get so I take it!).
So Laura being the walking fiery ball of energetic healing powers that she is, called our energy lady and asked what to do (through tears of course… you will know if you are an emotional ball of love how it is, the emotions just fall out of you, its part of the beauty of these types of people, so raw and authentic). Through some coaching, Laura spent some time with the goat, while the goat resisted the touch at first, there was a moment in which it surrendered and trusted Laura, you could see it as its whole body relaxed and it realized Laura was here for good.
The other day I walked into the barn to see both goats bounding around the hay loft, happy as, well… goats in a hayloft! It’s moments like this, moments of true beauty that I am reminded of how grateful I am to have been brought up on the farm, to have been raised “alternatively” in a time when alternative was so very outside of the box, I am grateful to my parents for having the courage and the sustenance to stay true to their convictions, to seek out ALL sides of the story and to really take ownership of their health and their lives. It’s stuff like this that you can only really experience to believe it. Its stuff like this that makes me so happy to be human, so that I can experience it!