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Scoop up the P-oo-p In Life!

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By Diana Wanamaker

As a devoted horse care giver there is the inevitable pet peeves that enter the passionate world of the finest equestrian poop scooper. There is that frustrating piece of poop that gets stuck in between the fork and you spend the next 10 minutes trying to get the darn thing out of there! The ole’ take your boot and slide your boot along the forks shape to unstick the poop. Poop still stuck. Then comes the tapping of the fork slightly on the ground or top of muck bucket. Poop still stuck. Find something near by like a rock to get poop out of fork. Nothing near by……oh wait, here’s a rock, that is smaller then the specimen of poop. Ewe! Ok, now I will be touching the poop. Ok, forget the rock. Where is a twig, something to un-lodge this dang poop! Ok, I’ll try this twig laying close to where I am standing. Twig breaks. Now swearing at poop stuck in fork as resulted in this frustration process. A quick look from my gelding with a big sigh; what is the problem, it’s just poop look. Ok, that didn’t work either. So, forget about the one piece of poop in the manure fork and just keep picking up the poop! Things to do, places to go for the day, get over the one piece of poop that is still lodged in the manure fork!
The poop scooping is commenced and low and behold, another piece of poop gets lodged in the manure fork! Ok, is this is how the rest of my day is going to go?! Again, the process begins of dis-lodging the ever bothersome poop! The boot, the tapping, the swearing, the round about frustration of the poop! Ok, not working! So, let’s do the happy dance and give tons of gratitude that here I am scooping poop from my beloved horse! Each poop is a joy, because each poop offers a stamped statement of his good health! We love poop! More poop please! Yea for the Poop! Poop celebration commenced!
Poop still stuck in manure fork. Ignore poop. One more tap of the poop! Finally, Poop comes out! Yea! About time!
Life is like that sometimes! The poop of life sometimes comes in little frustrating pieces that just will not go away, no matter your efforts! The continued force to rid yourself of the poop, seems to highlight it’s existence even more! Frustration ensues, with more poop dislodging antics are first and foremost on your mind! The energy to get rid of it becomes so snowballed, that it grows. Certainly worth the effort, no doubt. I mean who wants to walk around with a piece of food lodged between their teeth all day long. Or what about the jar that just won’t open, no matter your efforts, and when you finally give up on it and come back to it. Whala! The jar opens up like there was no problem to begin with.
Life can be like the poop in the manure fork. Sometimes you have to just laugh at it, celebrate it, ignore it, forget it, or just accept it for what it is. Then the new found energy just releases the hold on it and it is free once again!

By Diana Wanamaker -professional poop scooper!

Copyright February 2016. All Rights Reserved

In Harmony


By Diana Wanamaker

It was a quiet summer morning I arrived at the barn. After feeding and chores were done, I still had time to spare. I wanted to sneak in a mediatation before starting the day. My days had been so unbalanced with a fast pace, I knew I had to get more meditation in, to relieve some of the stress.

I grabbed my stool, headed to the back of the barn and took a seat. The barn was quiet and I was alone. Jay had finshed eating and was peacefully grazing. The sun was in abundance. There was a gentle breeze that was a bit cool, but it was that time of day when it was beginning to get warmer.

I sat down and closed my eyes and focused on my peaceful vision. Started with deep breaths, sat up straight and relaxed my inner body. Jay walked up to the back of the barn and stood there, next to me. His head lowered and I could feel his nose just touching my ear. I began to feel his breath. He stood there with me, quietly taking in the meditation. As I began to relax, my breathing became deeper and slower. Sighs of tension and stress were released. Jay’s breathing changed and he too released his tension with sighs. Harmony and peace was restored for both of us. Jay moved back to grazing, I got up and started my day with a sense of calm.

Copyright May 2012. All Rights Reserved

For the Love of my Horse


By Diana Wanamaker

That’s a lot of work they say. But they do not understand what joy and purpose it brings to my world. They shake their heads at how I choose to feed horses day and night, no matter the day, no matter how late or how early, I am there 365 days/year (2x/day). But they do not understand that they are my family. It is not work, it is a steadfast commitment to beings that bring to me what no others do.
Over and over again I hear, that’s a lot of work taking care of horses. I weigh heavy in my heart how they do not understand that they are the air I breathe, they are a connection that words barely touch on. They are my heart, my soul, my life! I would have it no other way.
That’s a lot of money they say. They are expensive, they say. Get rid of the horses they say and you can pay more bills and have more money for this and that. But they do not understand that these sentinent beings that have graced my life are dependent upon me to be there for them. They are not just material things you place on a shelf and watch the dust collect. They are not just a few moments of euphoria at a store as you buy the newest and latest things. There life sings in my heart day and night, throughout the year. They feel, they love, they hurt, they have needs and wants and joys as do I. We travel together in this journey of life and without them along my side, would be a world without much left to even behoove existence to my world.
Do they not know what passion and dedication that is driven purely by unselfish means looks like? Do they not know that in my world there is no other deeper connection then the connection with my horses (and mule). They are not just work, they are not just more bills being paid, they are my family. And my devoted commitment to them is till death do us part. It is not a light hearted decision, it is one that reigns without much thought. It just is.
So, the next time you shake your head at how I have horses to feed, or all you can think about is how much work they are (as if they somehow had to do this work?), or how much money they cost, or how I have to haul manure out across a 5 acre pasture each day, know that this narrow minded vision of what is viewed of my life with horses is not understood by even the slightest perception. If you can not take off your colored glasses and see beyond what is there in this love I have for my horses, then you have little to no understanding of me or who I am, at the slightest.
I think we all can view another’s life, at times, and say, “I don’t know how you do that?” “It is so much work!”. I see people with kids and families of their own, and I am exhausted just looking at how much they have to do within a 2 hour time frame, let alone a lifetime. The expense’s of having a family is beyond anything I can fathom. The long hours of full-time work, taking care of a home, kids, husband (or wife), etc. I am exhausted just thinking of it.
But so many of you choose this with glee all around, proudly displaying your family and the voyage of a lifetime creating memories and impacting another’s life forever in your world. I look time and time again at all the families that people have. It is a joy that you share it and I can see how your world sings with elation. How much pride and recognition there is to have a family, home and husband/wife/children! It is what so many have and so many delightfully embrace each day. There is nothing like it. No questions as to your choice’s. No question as to the work involved. The dedication. The heartaches and the disappointments, and the devotion of time, energy and money it takes to have a family of your own. I look at it and the pictures speak all the words. I look at it and I too wonder how so many of you raise families in such a world of being overly busy. But the joy and delight that is shown proudly displaying your pictures of your families needs no explanation. There is nothing like family. How precious they all are.
But they say to me, “It’s just a horse!”. But what I see is that there are many similarities between our worlds and there is probably few experience’s with your family, that I cannot relate to with my horses. There is no dividing of differences for me. It is not only a choice, but a lifetime dedication to them, as you have to your family’s.
See…my life is not graced with children, a husband, or even a significant other. I have few friends, nor a large immediate family that I can embrace. Life did not defer me with such a life. I do not have extended family to share the joy of having so much family around as I raise children. I do not have a large network of friends that comes from being connected to so much family.
My family is my horses, my animals. They are my children. They are what brings that much desired connection to have a family of my own.
So, the next time you shake your head at how I have this duty to my horses, know that what you envision about me with my horses is what you have chosen. Know that the fondness and love that graces your hearts from your families, also does for me with my horses. Understand that the devotion, the patience, the love, time, energy and money that is fully dedicated to the love of my animal family, divides out no differently than it does for you and your families.
Understand that it is the similarities in life is what bring unity and peace and togetherness. It is the recognition of
differences and the argument of those differences is what brings segregation, detachment and parting of worlds.
Understand that what lies in my heart with my horses is not a just a choice but it is the very life of my being.
It is the knowing of those similarities that bring unity in our choices.
May those similarities bring more understanding that my horses are as much a part of me, as your families are a part of you.

Copyright Dec. 2015. All Rights Reserved

Moonlit Glow

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By Diana Wanamaker

The sounds of the night during a moonlite glow. The barn is nestled off the road surrounded by woods and located near a lake. As I enjoyed the quiet, evening feeding with Jay, I heard the call of an Owl. I stopped to hear another answer it’s call in return. Then another location of the woods, yet another Owl called. The geese honked with an echo from the waters home. A duck sounded it’s presence, all within a late night’s end.
I had grabbed my stool to take in a meditation near Jay, as I listened to the many sounds of nature, accompanied with the rythmic sound of Jay contently munching on his hay. My visions of peace and tranquilty filled my minds space. Time passed and I was able to walk away with nature’s balance within my spirit.

Took a stab at the Poem version of my evening:

The sounds of the night during a moonlit glow
Nestles a barn amongst the woods and lake
Quietness fill the evening feed
As an Owl calls
Yet another Owl calls
From one location to another the Owl calls
Geese honking from a water’s home
A duck sounding it’s presence
Within a late night’s end
sounds of nature
and the rhythmic sound of a horses contentment
Visions of peace fill the minds space
Time passes and walks away
nature’s balance
Spirit renewed
on a moonlite glow night

Copyright April 2014. All Rights Reserved

Unspoken Intentions

Photo -Jay at gate in sunlight redone

By Diana Wanamaker

My life as been so incredibly busy lately, that it has been difficult to even get the garbage out. Although it brings very exciting and positive changes.
I was at the barn this morning feeding Jay as I do every morning before I start my day. It was a beautiful day, filled with sunny skies and a welcoming invitation to the great outdoors.
When I can, I let Jay out of his pasture to graze in the yard, and he just loves to be able to do that. I could immediately see this morning that he had every intention of letting me know that this morning was a morning he wanted to graze. I had no time to do that, but Jay stood by the gate and gave me that look, and I read his intention. Despite my lack of time, Jay continued watching me with that sweet face, standing in the corner by the gate, offering only his continued, persistent intention.
He then began to weave, which brings me due unrest to see him anxious or unhappy in that way. But, I have also learned that Jay has learned how to reach my inner most vulnerability to get his message to me. I had no time, but his request pulled at my heart strings. I had to go!
As I slowly drove away in my car, I continued to look back into the pasture and apologized that I had no time. He continued to stand by the gate and weaved, and as my car pulled around to his back side, he turned his head to glance at me. I yelled out my apologies, once again, and how sorry I was, as he cocked his ear in the direction of my voice.
I drove off, knowing he would be fine, but it stuck with me all day, of how unsettling it can sometimes be to not have enough time to return a small bit of happiness to him, as much as he so graciously gives to me.

Copyright June 2014. All Rights Reserved