Mia Mattsson Mercer

Children and Animal Warrior

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Rihannas Grieving Story

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This is one of my stories I wrote two years ago– me think–about the journey of their soul and one horse view of depression. Of course all our Animals have their own stories to tell, just like us.

Many writes to me about their grief, when its time to say Good bye, to their beloved fury friend. Love can also be painful. Animals opens up our true feelings – To all of you that lost your four-legged friend, here is Rihannas story again.

Rihannas thoughts about Grieving

A week had passed since we had to say goodbye to one of AWL rescue horses, GummiBear. Rihanna his horse friend, and I, walked together in the woods. The sun shone warmly on our backs as we walked among the trees along the path. Butterflies and dragonflies flew past us. The birds sang, and Nature was peaceful and beautiful.

It was as if time stood still, while everything around us lived.
“Rihanna, do you miss GB?” my thought asked her-Yes, I miss him but not in the same way as you! You mourn him,

I do not. I have accepted and it makes it easier with grief. It is when you cannot accept, that you become depressed, or frustrated. If we do not learn to accept, we become vulnerable in the wild, in life itself.

Then you could never hear the birds sing again. ”

“But you’re not out in the wild!”-The difference between pets and wild free-ranging animals is macabre. You listen to me and leave my spirit free, therefore I have not lost the knowledge of life. We know that the soul lives on, that is the only thing no one can take away from us.

That’s Amore!

The Power of Silence

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After a stressful day, nothing can make me more relaxed than sitting together with the rescue horses. Everything around me is quiet, except for their crunching meditative sounds from them eating their hay.

I breathe in the same tempo as the horses. My shoulders falls down into a relaxed position. My thoughts slows down which gives the reaction to my puls to also slow down. I am in the moment.

Here time doesn’t exist, only now. The power of now.

No spoken words. The mind got its moment to rest.

That’s Amore!