Two souls. Two eyes. Two minds.
He is always there for you, holding you up.
Listening without sighing or rolling his eyes at you. Your best friend.
Just there without any words, but comforting more than from those with words.
Animals has always been a big part of my adult life. They have always been there for me, they never betrayed me.
Without any expectations or demands.
In their moment I can be me and breathe.
Together in the nature it is a higher experience, the birds singing, butterflies flying around, colors sparkling around with a touch of the sun.
I was being told that if you spend a lot of time in the nature it lowers the risk of being exposed by cancer!
One thing I know for sure, is that i become very different, –in a good way, –being surrounded by horses and nature.
Calm and thankful.
Sometimes my days can be stressful, or I am very sad. I hurry to the stable when I get the chance, and after only five minutes, have I landed in myself.
This is why it’s not difficult for me rescuing horses.
It’s my way of saying, thank you!
I am very sorry for the long silence!
It will become a change to the better, I promise.
A couple of weeks ago, I lost a very dear friend of mine. It really knocked me down in to many different grieving faces.
A tornado of feeling and fears. Questions.
Her husband didn’t want anyone to publish pictures of her. And I respect that very much.
I miss you 💫
As many of you already know, Max is back in school after nearly two years of being homeschooled.
He loves school. Especially his teacher from the first day.
Max was very upset for days about the hitting from a boy and being blamed. He didn’t want to go to school if that pupil didn’t get expelled! I have never seen him that upset before and my mother heart ached.
The next morning in the car we did as we always did, our thanks and prayers. However, Max looked smaller in the front seat than normal.
My mom heart sang the prayers, and especially for courage in his little heart. I said it twice. Courage please!
Later that afternoon I went to pick him up outside school. I see his big smile far away. He is waving with a paper in his hand.
He was awarded the diploma for COURAGE!
I have been praying since I was a little girl.
I believe we all pray. Some more often than others.
Growing up in a “non-religion” home I taught myself how to speak to God, or Universe (or the same) When I was in third grade, I went with my school friend and her family to a Katholic Church in Sweden. It was so beautiful. I wanted to become a Katholic.
When my family went skiing in Austria, I had as an tradition that every last ski day I went to the Katholic church instead of skiing (as much as possible the last day.) My father went “crazy” and thought that was nonsens, and waste of money. But, for me, it was magic, lightning a candle, sitting in the wooden bench and look at all the fantastic Angels, Jesus and gold ornaments. I prayed.
Still today, when visiting different European cities (towns) the church is a must for me, and my young children enjoys it too.
I love feeling connected via prayers and meditations.
I read somewhere and it goes something like this;
When you pray you speak to God,
and when you meditate, God speaks to you.