I left Sweden for a major reason, and I always disliked cold beds.
Even our fish wear a jacket !
The new horse stood and ate in the corner in his new box. I could sense he was very relaxed when I peaked in to him. He looked at me with his curious eyes.
The horses brought my anxiety level down very quickly. I could breath slower, and it was like I felt my thoughts became clearer. Could that really be possible?
I had been sent to the farm by my psychologist. She told me I needed to surround myself with animals in my recovery program, not only talking and eating medication. Animals, and especially horses and dogs, had shown amazing results in clients recovery. And what was even better, the clients continued with animals long after they had been healed. It was like an enormous thankfulness, and the feeling of being accepted, not judged, covered in thick unconditional love, and patiences. The therapy horses were indeed perfect therapists.
I longed to get to the stable and brush them and even talk to them. Today there was a new horse. When I walked into ‘his’ home I made sure I felt respectfulness and gratitude towards him. I had learned from the owner, that I shouldn’t worry about anything else, only to be aware of my thoughts. The translation into energy would work itself and the horses would pick it up. The horses would react on what I did, and felt inside. The horses would also teach me boundaries, a good lesson I could bring back to the outside life.
The owner told me she could communicate with animals. Something I wasn’t sure was possible.
She shared what her first horse hade taught her. Yes, she was a strong believer the horses were her teachers, not opposite.
“I am not only listening to your words. I listen to your use of words, the tone, and even your body language. Your eyes, your face expressions. I can even hear everything you don’t say.”
This is my pack!
Every early morning are they gathering together in my office to attend our meditation.
It’s an amazing and powerful feeling, when they also”lower” themselves into a pleasant deep meditation.
Occasionally, I hear one of my Seniors snore peacefully in the background. That is a wonderful heartwarming sound to hear.
After twenty minutes mostly of us do the stretch, then breakfast. What a great way to start the day!
I love my pack of “mini Buddhist” as I have always called them.
Six years ago, we moved up from Italy to Germany. It was my saddest time in life.
I had to leave my dream. My dream, that I had together with others built up so hard.
A Senior Sanctuary Hospice, that we named Casa dell Amore!
My beautiful volunteers made this incredible video and yesterday I revived it from Chiara Ricci, I hadn't seen it since the day we left.
AWL are still working very hard rescuing animals down in Italy. And one day, very soon, will I open up a new Hospice! A bigger and better, together with inspiring people and veterinarians.
I think this is the next best tattoo for me!
Would it tickle?