Mia Mattsson Mercer

Children and Animal Warrior

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A Daily Doze of Vitamin H

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During this time with Coronavirus— “keep distance”, has it been no possibility for our two legged clients to visit our horses. But, they have all said the same thing.

They noticed their inner stress level gone up, their thoughts are flying everywhere. They cannot wait until they are allowed to meet the horses again. Their pulse slows down, and it’s like the thoughts suddenly disappears. One woman ones said after 5 minutes together with the horse, “ I feel like I can breathe now!”

Here in Germany in the beautiful Nature area, have we seen a lot of people walking, (hiking)

However, families that bike rides together has been amazing to see. It’s lovely to see so many families (separately) together out in the nature. They stop and looks at the horses. I can see the parents are pointing and talking while the kids listens. Quiet and relaxing!

The families worry of course, but like one woman said, “We try to learn from the horses to stay grounded and in the moment!”

That’s Amore!

Challenging my Passion and Fear by Being On Line

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Challenge of the day! Nervous 🌸

When you cannot meet your audience in person, you speak on line. 🦋

What a great experience today, very different, however, wonderful. Normally, I meet my audience in person. But right now, not much is normal anymore, so we have to make things differently. And that can be a good thing.

The topic was about being an author, and the importance of journaling

When I grew up we called it keeping a diary. It is a place for your thoughts and feelings. It’s a kind of method you use, depending on your mood, and needs at the time (and personality) To be able to feel honest, and not judged.

Your dreams, fears, goals, experiences are important.

What I always love is, we suddenly start to speak about other topics, like bullies, and having reading difficulties etc. (Growing up)Fears and wrong beliefs about yourself.

And I loved their brave questions! I had to be brutal honest in my answers. To share about my own difficulties and fears growing up.


Thank you 5th graders, for listening, but also sharing about your own experiences. And a special thank you to their wonderful teacher. 🦋

That’s Amore

One of my published books and a journal my friend gave me as a gift a year ago.

My Office View

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The office today. Wonderful to be able to sit outside, in the sunshine, surrounded by happy horses. That’s Amore!

Gaining Control

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“Once upon a time, a woman moved to a cave in the mountains to study with a guru. She wanted, she said, to learn everything there was to know.

The guru supplied her with stacks of books and left her alone so she could study. Every morning, the guru returned to the cave to monitor the woman’s progress. In his hand, he carried a heavy wooden cane.

Each morning, he asked her the same question: “Have you learned everything there is to know yet?” Each morning, her answer was the same. “No,” she said, “I haven’t.”

The guru would then strike her over the head with his cane. This scenario repeated itself for months. One day the guru entered the cave, asked the same question, heard the same answer, and raised his cane to hit her in the same way, but the woman grabbed the cane from the guru, stopping his assault in midair.

Relieved to end the daily batterings but fearing reprisal, the woman looked up at the guru. To her surprise, the guru smiled. “Congratulations,” he said, “you have graduated. You now know everything you need to know.” “How’s that?” the woman asked. “You have learned that you will never learn everything there is to know,” he replied

“And you have learned how to stop the pain.”

#MelodyBeattie

When the World Stopped I Stopped

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Taking care of myself is a big job.
No wonder I avoided it for so long. —

Anonymous 💚

That’s Amore!

You get used to it

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Read interview with Stephen King in NY times yesterday.

This little story caught my mind. People ask many times “How can you stay? How can you do that, or not do this?”

Sometimes you are not just aware.


It’s a bit like these two donkeys are walking along the bridge, and one of them doesn’t have anything on his back and the other one is covered with packages and bales and bundles.

The first donkey says, “Jesus, that’s quite a load you got on.”

And the second donkey says, “What load?”

You get used to it.

Earth Day🌍 Thank You

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Fresh Fruit Magic

Every day we are thankful for what our planet is providing to us.

Since my children were very small, we have said the thanks. I wanted them to feel, and also think about the whole chains of acts — good and bad. What kind of support do they want to provide to Her!

Fantastic Carrots for Horses

Always, we are thankful to Mother Earth, and we celebrate her every day by being careful of Her.

That’s Amore!

Beautiful “Rain” Color Plants
Close to Home Black Forrest

Counting Carrots and Goodies

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When inside the house the whole days and evenings— except running in the garden, walking dogs. More food is being consumed in our household.

And talk about goodies suddenly disappearing in a blink of an eye 🙂 Different hiding places are being found by them. Their noses are being perfect.

However, the amount of carrots and apples stays the same, but not the goodies 🙂

When questioning who ate all the ice cream, the kids always have the same innocent eyes, even the six dogs.

You got to Love them, two legged and four legged kids. Even when you see the small traces of chocolate on their t shirts.

That’s Amore!

Listen!

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She was a teenager. Living in an emotionally abusive home. Alcohol was often being consumed by her Father.

She told many adults, asking them for help. Some said she needed anxiety pills. Others said, there was no proof. Some looked at her with sad eyes.

The Father claimed he loved her, but was never present in her life. It sounded good, he lived her. He told stories, and people listened and filled him with sorrows. Those kind of sorrows which filled him with power to continuing destroying the little hope which was being left inside of her chest.

He was a master of lies.

Never before had he pictures framed of her.

He framed pictures and made sure people would see them. He really loves her, they thought, not knowing it was a scam.

She promised herself never to stay silent just to make him comfortable. If it so was the last thing she did!

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!