Mia Mattsson Mercer

Children and Animal Warrior

Category Archives: life

This is Many Times why the Silence from Victims

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”Often, that’s a key element of their ability to abuse – their supposed charm. When they are ‘lovely’ to everyone who knows them, it’s even harder for a victim to come forward.”

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Old Picture Challange

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Normally, I never felt very interested in joining Instagram or Fb challenges. Or, was it that I never took the time to do it!

During this real challenge time, we have more time to think, dream, make bucket lists, catching up with good memories.

Me, I found boxes of old pictures.

So when a friend challenged me with “the old picture challenge” I was already sitting going through my old pictures. Here is two old ones.

That’s Amore!

The stables are closing down due to the Corona virus. Group lessons are being on hold. Competitions are also on hold. Until when, no one knows.

Me and my daughter ,are so thankful for the horses we take care. We are getting out of the house every day. Even those day’s when we only want to pull a blanket over our heads. Especially now, it is so easy to fall into a boring mood, which easily falls into laziness.

Every day we go to the stable. My daughter also gets to jump a beautiful horse named Concara. Every Thursday.

That is my daughters and mine favorite day— and I believe it’s Concaras too. The Jumping lesson is “only” for 30 minutes, however, we are longing the whole day, and afterwards, are we so filled with joy.

A whole day with happiness that takes place 30 minutes. Now, that’s joy. That’s Amore!

🐎Thank you trainer Stefan Hirsch, for inspirational trainings every Thursday.

🐎Thank you Concaras owner Britta Kreiss, for trusting My daughter, to jump your horse.

Stay healthy everyone. 💚

When Life Gives you Yellow Lemons

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“In the moment of fear, you can choose. You can always choose.

With calmness and stability you can think clearly. With clarity you can predict the storm, and its strength. By standing still, you can observe your own strength.” said the old Bosnian woman.

After the war had ended, I worked in Sarajevo, Bosnia Herzegovina on helping the growing numbers of homeless and sick animals.

Not much worked in the area, the elevator, and my flat was on eight floor.  My stove had only one burner working, I had to wash my clothes in the bathtub. However, the heat in my apartment was on full speed. It was tropical-hot. In every home I visited, it was tremendously hot. No one wanted to freeze anymore. 

Nearly every survivor said the same thing. “The worst feeling was freezing!”

One day I got sick with a high fever. The Bosnian woman, who had become like a mother to me, came up to my apartment on sniper alley. With her she had two beautiful bright yellow lemons, and some leaves with white flowers on. In my small kitchen she started to brew tea with her expensive lemons and handpicked flowers. She smelled the flowers and I saw her smile. In her face I could see the love and thankfulness towards the herbs. She handed me the cup telling me to drink slowly, to feel the strength returning back inside of me. 

“When chaos is in the world you have to relearn how to live with Nature.”

1999-2002

Where did the Voice Go

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One morning I realized while sitting drinking my morning coffee, that if my daughter or son, would be harmed in any possible way, I would fight for them.

I would be laud and direct, fighting for them to be heard and believed. — as I already have done in some ways— I would fight for their voice to be heard and justice to be made. Write about it. A matter of course!

But why in the name of …..did I not make myself heard? Or even fight for myself, in a more determined way?

I was shocked when I realized that I was quiet, hiding scared in a dark hole. Refusing to come up and fight, to be laud, set boundaries and say, “Enough is Enough!”

For two decades now had I fought for the Animal Rights. I was well known for rescuing many animals. And maybe also for my three published books. I could get the cruelest person to hand over their abused animal to me. In that case was I strong, and determined.

But how come I didn’t stand up for the person that needed the help most? I asked myself again!

Maybe it’s Because there are groups of different kind of help. You can be “lucky” to come to the right person right away, or, your road starts taking a scary turn, with the wrong people behind their desks.

We trust them. Listens to their promises. We trust their occupation, of course they must know what they are talking about. Right!

There are good people helping, but they are overloaded with work.

It doesn’t get easier because you finally dare to leave. Then the revenge starts.

Silence can make the wrong people continuing with their harmfulness. I started writing about this theme 1996, still not bigger of a change. More Women Shelter are being built. Good and sad.

It’s time to stand up, reunite with the past, starting today.

That’s Amore!

Let’s Make More Capes

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💚 Happy women’s Day! There are so many women that inspires me, I cannot fit you in here. Some I know personally, and some I read about.
You empower, you support you are fearless, you fight also for other women— which at certain times need to borrow your cape.
I love you ❤️ Finally, I dare to take responsibility for my own life!! Thank you for helping me make my own cape! Every Day is Women’s Day 🥕

internationalwomensday #women #viking #wonderwoman #staystrong #thatsamore

Babies and Animals are Born Pure

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With big certainty will you become narcissistic, inherit the narcissistic personality while growing up. If you don’t have anyone in your environment who can raise, and support you in a healthy way.

Babies and young children have an innate sense of justice and empathy. In fact, even animals has, research shows. ( of course that was no surprise for me)

That’s Amore!