an arena of senior horses & possibilities

This week has been relatively great with only one full day of work, a snow day and then a half day today; now the rest of the week is all ours. Tomorrow is thanksgiving, something that doesn’t mean anything to me because i’m grateful every day for what i have, my experiences and so on and so forth. Still — the time off is most definitely welcome! Today was particularly great because i finally got to visit a horse arena that i’ve wanted to visit since before we arrived in Laramie. Any one who knows me knows i’d prefer to be around animals and its a bonus if its horses. So i was incredibly excited about meeting the people, the horses and seeing the area. I felt it went very well. The people were wonderful and incredibly friendly. Their horses were precious senior personalities, old animals are the sweetest. The arena/barn itself was perfect. It had everything you could possibly need.

ranch ponies in the snow

Unfortunately i can’t be there as much as i want due to working full time. I already wanted to be at this barn 24/7 because its a perfect scenario for me, but alas there is not enough time in the day. I desperately want to put myself through a two week course at the Wyoming School of Horse shoeing, which costs a pretty penny, so i have to do the job that pays. But we’ll see what happens. I’ll still be taking some riding lessons and doing some photography/social media work for them in the future, but i’d love to get more involved in that if life allows. Maybe if i get lucky things will fall into place. I sadly don’t see us staying in Wyoming too long, we love the state — i REALLY love Wyoming! Unfortunately there are issues since we’ve arrived that long term may cause us to leave…  but moving is hard and sometimes it doesn’t quite fit right away so we’ll give it time as we always do. I hope for now that i can do the things i want to do here before we decide to leave. We shall see.

big shirts and snow boots. I’m supposed to dress office casual… this is about as good as i get with that. Haha. I’m not made for pretty clothes. Im made to have shit in my hair, wear old jeans and boots all day long.

I didn’t take any photographs as the bossman was showing me around, because i like to experience things first and photograph later (besides i didn’t want to be rude). So next time i go i’ll be taking some senior horse portraits and i’m so unbelievably excited. All the horses wanted attention as i walked through the stalls and by the arena. There was even a big soft draft horse with a fluffy winter coat that i got to have a little chat with. Draft horses are the horses i’d like to specialise in when shoeing and i was told once i’d taken the course in Cheyenne that i’d be more than welcome to practice on their horses for experience. That would be amazing, they even mentioned connecting me with a female farrier who has an excellent reputation. This just sounds too good to be true !  It’d be a dream to be a farrier, i’d love it and i could live anywhere i wanted and make my own schedules, be my own boss. I feel that i may be one step closer… a small step. But a step is a step and i’ll take what i can get.

Anyway, good night friends and sleep well.

hestegården

Jeg har tænkt meget på at skrive nogle blog indlæg på dansk, selvom det vil være svært for mig.
Det er mest for at øve mig nu når jeg ikke kan snakke det i min hverdag og det er noget jeg savner. Det bekymrer mig meget at jeg vil komme til at miste Dansk i mit liv.
Så idag prøver vi os frem og ser hvordan det går. Jeg har aldrig gået i skole i danmark så jeg har ikke haft undervisning i dansk. Jeg kan læse det og snak det, men det kan sku godt knibe engang imellem at udtale mig skriftligt.

” Øvelse gør mester..” 

Og nu må jeg heller tage på arbejde, kan i ha’ en god dag.

 Sweet Anime in her summery glory.

hooves n’ hammers

I’m not sure how many of you have been following my instagram stories and posts, probably not too many of you — however! That being said, i will fill you in. Recently i’ve decided to try my hand at a new trade but an old thought. My grandfather was a blackmith and my father IS a blacksmith. Having always toyed with the thought of doing the same thing i finally took the plunge. Theres nothing better than spending a day doing proper hard graft to feel like you’ve accomplished something. I’ve done theatre thing, the boat thing and so forth — i’ll keep mixin’ it up because thats what i’m all about! Now i want to add being a farrier to my repertoire; smithing and working with horses, sounds like bliss to me. I want to do something i love doing everyday — something that wont always feel like work and where i don’t necessarily have to answer to anyone but myself. In life, for me, the most important thing is feeling free and like i’m in charge of where i’m going & what i’m doing.
A desk job will never do that for me.
I want to be out there under the sun, the rain or rolling through a heavy swell.

About two weeks ago i was lucky enough to actually shadow a farrier for the day, ask questions and see if it was something i think i’d even enjoy. I didn’t get around to making a blog post because i was super busy around that time. But now that things are finally moving along and i have a few hours to do nothing this evening i wanted to share it all with you.

Next week i’ll be working hands-on with said farrier and I physically can’t wait. Im nervous but thats understandable. New things are big, scary and sometimes a little uncomfortable. Nevertheless i think it’ll be a great day i’m sure and i’ll get my foot in the door.

On a side note this has finally given me the proverbial kick up the kisser to start getting my driving license. A kick i’ve needed since i was 18, many many moons ago.. Right now i’m cycling 6 miles to work which i don’t mind all that — i’m a pretty dedicated individual, however as a farrier that just wont do.

Equipment

New Shoes and Pads

Valor

Valor Hooves

the hardest thing on earth

“The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters”

The most beautiful truth — choosing what matters. We all had dreams when we were young, and even still nothing has or may ever become of them. I wanted to be a runner and i’m not talking for want of a gold medal or world renown fame in the olympics. No. I’m talking Forest Gump running. My little heart wanted to race as far as my even smaller legs could take me. It didn’t matter where or how: Its just what i wanted. To this day i’m a great runner but due to snapping ankles that dream can never truly “be.” You know what? Thats just fine. That doesn’t mean the dream is gone but Its life. Now I have created a life that has taken me to places i thought i’d never reach, never could dream of or ever dared to think i’d go to. I don’t aspire for a certain career or job. I try to spend every day doing something i enjoy. I work jobs that i dreamed of having as a child. Sometimes i pick up horse shit — its worth every minute as i get lots of cuddles, become more understanding and have horse snot all over me on a constant basis ( what a bonus!) Other days i write and write and write and write etc.. Sometimes i act, other times i’m a photographer. I’m very lucky and everyday i realise that a little more. I’m thankful for what i have and what i do.

This last year or so i’ve really starting pursuing things i want to do in life. A dream is to have a ranch of my own with a couple of horses, maybe sheep or goats and some form of feathery egg laying bird (no rooster because they don’t usually like me). If i’m feeling really crazy, i am, i’d love to have a big old honorary long horn. I’d love to have acres of land that i can ride out on, camp and live free. I’ve been working on farms as much as i can, getting to be around horses again and working on the ground work/care/riding . Meeting some lovely people with the same interest who i can learn from  + who are willing to show me the ropes. I used to be around horses a lot when i was younger but then i got busy with school, theatre, writing and then travelling — so i had to build that part of my life again. Its hard because i have to start over, but i’m glad im clever enough to want to learn it again.

Ultimately I choose life; and living it to the absolute full. I may never be the rider i want to be but i’ll happily spend my days trying to get there, putting in the hours, the money when i have it; at the end i can smile and say i gave it my damnedest. Finding the small things to be happy about in life is easy when you life for yourself. When you try to focus one what truly brings light into your life–thats when you’re rich.  I don’t live to work. I don’t live for social media. This blog is about as active as i get when it comes to computers. If you’ve seen my facebook/instagram you’ll see that its shocking how bad i am at keeping up with it. Truth be told i’d rather be outside. You know. Where we all should be.
I’ll keep drifting from place to place, from job to job and leaving a trace of highly entertained onlookers.

And that is the end of my semi margarita infused blog post.

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Shorty, a very large sweet boy, snoozing in the snow and loving the afternoon sun.
Mac and his icy whiskers
Ruby and i.
Na na na na naa!
My new BearPaw snow boots — incredible! (No, i havent been paid to say that, they really are good !)

“The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight.”