Hi Annie, the way your life seems to be going, I figured that as a member of this site and others associated with it, would give you added impetus.
All the best love, and may your experiences be filled with enlightenment, peace and love
Hi Ann... thanks so much for taking the time to join the Architects site today... glad to have you with us here... there are some interesting groups around horses on the site... looks like you are a horse person.... where is Abbotsford by the way...?
"Dancing in the circle at sunset,
the sky in crimson hue.
The song it comes upon me,
glistening like the dew.
I cannot hear the music,
nor can I hear the words.
I feel it in the depths of my soul,
the song of other worlds.
Worlds of flight and fancy free,
those worlds of imagination,
Worlds belonging to the trees,
and worlds of constellations.
Worlds that live within our minds,
our hearts, our souls, our being.
And worlds of crossing over
where my ancestors are singing."
Oh what a wonderful life you selected! Believe it or not I have actually been to Abbotsford! It would probably be more accurate for me to say I have been THROUGH Abbotsford with a brief stop at a very nice Chevron station. I think I ate lunch in Hope on the way up. Abbotsford is very beautiful, which of course you already know :-).
In the spring of 2004 I drove to the Canadian Okanogan Valley, specifically to Kelowna (but Salmon Arm was my favorite for that part of the trip). And, of course, I drove the Coquihalla Highway to and from Hope. What gorgeous country!
Anyway, I truly appreciate the work that you do. The horses are so blessed. Now I understand the name, "Wits End Farms". My mare was a rescued racing Appendix Quarter and brood mare. She had severely rotated Coffin bones from Laminitis. We aren't sure how she came by Laminitis but I am guessing it was either through foaling or by being turned out by her original "rescuers" to forage on wild greens as her only source of nutrition. Either way it was not a good situation for her.
We kept her going for as long as we could but at age 28, she was obviously suffering and went "dead lame". So, I had a long talk with her and I freed her from our agreement that she would stay until she was 30 and blessed her, thanked her, and let her know that although I would miss her terribly (and I do) I did not want her to be in pain. And I also asked her that she not assign me the role of killing her and that she say goodbye on her way out.
So, it took her about 4 months to find her way but she chose to leave when I was in Kelowna (I guess she was having trouble saying goodbye, too). She had a massive stroke, ended up in the neighbor's paddock (which was empty at the time, thank G-d), and transitioned there. And because she did it herself, and there were no drugs in her system, I was able to bury her in our backyard and she didn't have to get picked up and "rendered".
Oh what a wonderful life you selected! Believe it or not I have actually been to Abbotsford! It would probably be more accurate for me to say I have been THROUGH Abbotsford with a brief stop at a very nice Chevron station. I think I ate lunch in Hope on the way up. Abbotsford is very beautiful, which of course you already know :-).
In the spring of 2004 I drove to the Canadian Okanogan Valley, specifically to Kelowna (but Salmon Arm was my favorite for that part of the trip). And, of course, I drove the Coquihalla Highway to and from Hope. What gorgeous country!
Anyway, I truly appreciate the work that you do. The horses are so blessed. Now I understand the name, "Wits End Farms". My mare was a rescued racing Appendix Quarter and brood mare. She had severely rotated Coffin bones from Laminitis. We aren't sure how she came by Laminitis but I am guessing it was either through foaling or by being turned out by her original "rescuers" to forage on wild greens as her only source of nutrition. Either way it was not a good situation for her.
We kept her going for as long as we could but at age 28, she was obviously suffering and went "dead lame". So, I had a long talk with her and I freed her from our agreement that she would stay until she was 30 and blessed her, thanked her, and let her know that although I would miss her terribly (and I do) I did not want her to be in pain. And I also asked her that she not assign me the role of killing her and that she say goodbye on her way out.
So, it took her about 4 months to find her way but she chose to leave when I was in Kelowna (I guess she was having trouble saying goodbye, too). She had a massive stroke, ended up in the neighbor's paddock (which was empty at the time, thank G-d), and transitioned there. And because she did it herself, and there were no drugs in her system, I was able to bury her in our backyard and she didn't have to get picked up and "rendered".
Jeremy Hood-Daniel
All the best love, and may your experiences be filled with enlightenment, peace and love
Sep 2, 2009
Richard Lukens
Welcome and very best wishes,
-Rick
Sep 2, 2009
The Ancient One
the sky in crimson hue.
The song it comes upon me,
glistening like the dew.
I cannot hear the music,
nor can I hear the words.
I feel it in the depths of my soul,
the song of other worlds.
Worlds of flight and fancy free,
those worlds of imagination,
Worlds belonging to the trees,
and worlds of constellations.
Worlds that live within our minds,
our hearts, our souls, our being.
And worlds of crossing over
where my ancestors are singing."
- Broomhilda, Song of Other Worlds
Sep 3, 2009
Arieljoy Fine
In the spring of 2004 I drove to the Canadian Okanogan Valley, specifically to Kelowna (but Salmon Arm was my favorite for that part of the trip). And, of course, I drove the Coquihalla Highway to and from Hope. What gorgeous country!
Anyway, I truly appreciate the work that you do. The horses are so blessed. Now I understand the name, "Wits End Farms". My mare was a rescued racing Appendix Quarter and brood mare. She had severely rotated Coffin bones from Laminitis. We aren't sure how she came by Laminitis but I am guessing it was either through foaling or by being turned out by her original "rescuers" to forage on wild greens as her only source of nutrition. Either way it was not a good situation for her.
We kept her going for as long as we could but at age 28, she was obviously suffering and went "dead lame". So, I had a long talk with her and I freed her from our agreement that she would stay until she was 30 and blessed her, thanked her, and let her know that although I would miss her terribly (and I do) I did not want her to be in pain. And I also asked her that she not assign me the role of killing her and that she say goodbye on her way out.
So, it took her about 4 months to find her way but she chose to leave when I was in Kelowna (I guess she was having trouble saying goodbye, too). She had a massive stroke, ended up in the neighbor's paddock (which was empty at the time, thank G-d), and transitioned there. And because she did it herself, and there were no drugs in her system, I was able to bury her in our backyard and she didn't have to get picked up and "rendered".
Some days I can still see her.
Jan 8, 2010
Arieljoy Fine
In the spring of 2004 I drove to the Canadian Okanogan Valley, specifically to Kelowna (but Salmon Arm was my favorite for that part of the trip). And, of course, I drove the Coquihalla Highway to and from Hope. What gorgeous country!
Anyway, I truly appreciate the work that you do. The horses are so blessed. Now I understand the name, "Wits End Farms". My mare was a rescued racing Appendix Quarter and brood mare. She had severely rotated Coffin bones from Laminitis. We aren't sure how she came by Laminitis but I am guessing it was either through foaling or by being turned out by her original "rescuers" to forage on wild greens as her only source of nutrition. Either way it was not a good situation for her.
We kept her going for as long as we could but at age 28, she was obviously suffering and went "dead lame". So, I had a long talk with her and I freed her from our agreement that she would stay until she was 30 and blessed her, thanked her, and let her know that although I would miss her terribly (and I do) I did not want her to be in pain. And I also asked her that she not assign me the role of killing her and that she say goodbye on her way out.
So, it took her about 4 months to find her way but she chose to leave when I was in Kelowna (I guess she was having trouble saying goodbye, too). She had a massive stroke, ended up in the neighbor's paddock (which was empty at the time, thank G-d), and transitioned there. And because she did it herself, and there were no drugs in her system, I was able to bury her in our backyard and she didn't have to get picked up and "rendered".
Some days I can still see her.
Jan 8, 2010