Horse Sense....

                 

                          

 

So it's been a bit mad here.

First off, I've been doing a lot of work with herbs.  Now before I go any further, have you ever had someone say something random to you, it not mean anything at the time, but has consistently meant something important later?

Well, many, many moons ago, I had an Old Healer (in the ways of the World, not age, although looking back she can't have been a spring chicken), who said to me, "Always look at the label of a balm or a Herbal Tincture that someone makes you, it will tell you everyting you need to know."

Naturally, at the time, I thought it was a load of horseshit.

However, this little nugget of joy has been proven to be right, time and time and time again.

A label which has been put on crooked tells you that you are not dealing with a Healer - A Healer will always, always, take the time and effort to put a label on straight.  This is their work and they are proud of it.

The Practicioner won't think outside the box.

Won't take criticism re their balm or tincture that it might not be the right herbs or right percentage.

And most probably makes the barest minimum wage.

I remember this Healer saying that less than 10% of people who study Herbs will be able to make a sustainable living out of it.

That you can literally tell people how to make a balm, and they still won't be able to do it, or get the same results and that under NO circumstances do you mass produce balms.  They are made for ONE (1) person, particular to them.

These are things that I am re-remembering now.

I remember that if I had continued on as a Registered Herbalist, I would have been less.  It stopped me working with Spirit, and I couldn't work in the way that I wished.

I was limited to set percentages and set formulas, and that just doesn't work for me.

Actually, that's really interesting because that exact phrase came up this week, "We weren't taught that formula..."

But anyway, we're getting fanastic results with herbs at the moment, apart from when we're not, like, "I wonder how that would work at night... (at 11pm)

15 minutes later, Oh Fuck....

3.37am:  Yeah, don't take it after 3pm.

But all jokes aside, I'm going back to the old Healer ways, "Start with where you are, and work backwards... 

Literally, take it apart to put it back together.

Better.

And you go right back into the DNA of it, and find out that anything which encourages exponential Collagen, will also encourage exponential weight gain, or that a herb is used for This...this...and this...and also, Anorexics.

To make them have to eat.

Yeah, nah.

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As I am writing this, I am getting everything that I thought I wanted a little while ago, and it works out I don't want a bit of it.

I fucking hate that.

But I need to clarify that:

All the big, main ways that I live my life, I love, it's just all the add-ons and fluff that have kind of snuck into my life recently, well, I've found they don't interest me much.

...and if one more guy, who I have known for-bloody-ever texts, messages or carrier-pigeons me to say that he has just found he has feelings for me, well, I'm going to bang my head against a brick wall until my brains fall out.

What the fuckity-fuck-fuck.

Nope.

Nah.

Hell, to the No.

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And on another, you can't possibly be serious, note:

So one of the top Studs, and bear in mind that the Boss at this Stud thinks that he is so above everyone else that unless he deems you worthy, he won't acknowledge you, even when you are standing right in front of him - I kidd you not, he is an ignorant baffoon of a man.

Well, he sent out an email today re that he wants to help Breeders breed, and it goes like this:

* We will gift any of the mares on the attached list

* All you need to do is to breed the mare to an **** stallion at **** this year

* Only the service fee will be payable 

* No agistment or veterinary fees will be payable

* Once the service fee is paid the mare is yours

Well, well fucking well.

Beginning, middle and end of this conversation is that man who runs a multi million dollar business, and has never done anything, anywhere, at anytime, to help a random someone, unless that someone is him, is now offering a free, at no cost to you, broodmare.

Gifting. 

For free.

Because he's a great guy, and wants you to be a Breeder.

So, let's just for a minute, forget that the Standardbred Industry is in such trouble that it's literally hemorrhaging, and instead, believe in fairy stories. 

Of which, if you believe what you've just read, is a real looker of a one.

So, I'm angry about this for two reasons:

1) Do I look as if I've been tapped with the Stupid Stick? and

2) I refuse to participate in the, "If I do not say it is so, then it is not" race.

Actually, it reminds me of that book, The Emperors New Clothes.

Shady as fuck.

Or as my old Nana would say, If it looks too good to be true, it is.  Back out of the room slowly, and don't make any sudden moves.

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So that's been our week:

Take what you need, leave the rest, don't be a Fuckwit...and stop sending me pictures of your junk.

What.  The.  Fuck.

Kissy hugs

Caps, me (T - she/her), Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Pepper, Marmite the Second, Geraldine, Milli, Bessie, Raz, Riz, Sugar, Butter, Cookie, Cinammon and Mork. 

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