Thursday, December 12, 2024

ATTENTION NC HORSE HAY BUYERS: DO NOT BUY FROM TREY WALLACE IN ST. PAUL’s NC

 He is reportedly employing and covering up the fact that two known horse abusers, whose trial is still pending in NC, are not only working for him but handling horses. They should never be allowed to be in the vicinity of horses again. 

This is just one of the people posting about this on FB today, sharing personal experiences with Trey Wallace, Austin Wayne Simpson, and Kylie Lenore Parker. These two people are known to be using fake names, accounts, and information online to hide their identities because so many people will have nothing to with them knowing what they have done. 

The foal they maliciously abused died from those injuries after months of rehab and professional vet care in the hands of reputable rescuers. 

It is tragic but not surprising that their young son is acting with the same abusive behaviors they have been videoed using on foals and horses. 

If you have or witness any abusive behaviors from any of these people call 911 and report them to the authorities. 




November Hill farm journal, 225

 My newest friend, this little phoebe, visits every day while I’m in my lofty office seeing clients, doing EMDR, and also writing. 



It’s been a busy month so far, with kids and ponies and donkeys and dogs and cats and one very handsome horse. Let’s not forget the garden beds, and my slow but steady progress in tidying them while leaving all the good parts for the birds and insects and small mammals who also live on November Hill. And let’s not forget the apiary and the honeybees.

We have had cold weather, then a warming, some much-needed rain, and today we are back to cold and sunshine. 

During the rain spell, I was out romping with Baloo in the heavy fog when I looked up and captured the sweet gum tree talking to all the other trees who are circled around us. Let’s not forget the trees! I count them among my very best friends.



I’m working in the novel I began last November and am officially at the halfway point. This isn’t my fastest first drafting for sure, but it represents the slow and steady progress of committing to doing what you can, on a very regular basis. I’m proud of this effort and I’m still loving this new story. 

I’m also thinking a lot about anchors in daily life. Anchors being, for me, moments of joy that keep me centered and focused on positive things. That I have so much power to place my mood if I actively look for and notice beautiful things. Here is one of those, outside my bedroom window. You may not see what my brain inserts here: Rafer Johnson, Cody, both of whom are up closer to the barn in this photo. But also Keil Bay, and Salina. And my first little horse, Bo-Jinx. They are all there, behind Redford and Little Man. And they will always be there. 



Today I am noticing the joy of two children and their faces as they talk to their dad, all of them full of smiles and joy and sharing. It makes my heart sing. It makes my entire mind soar. What love can do, how much it can repair, and how strong it is when it needs to be so. We have the power to reprocess trauma, to push negative things away from us. We often need support to learn how to do these things, sometimes we need professional treatment. Sometimes medication helps. But we have this power. If you are reading here and you do not know how to tap into this, you can ask me and I’ll tell you things to try. Or ask someone closer in your own circle. I do this kind of work every single day and I see people finding joy. If you don’t have it, you can find it too. The only way you won’t is if you refuse to try. 



Last week the crescent moon and Venus rose above our neighborhood like beacons of hope and possibility.  You might notice the trees, the deeply-rooted guardians who are always there from my front porch, watching over us but also joining with us. I feel so much love from the trees. The crowns, the trunks, their bones in winter skies, their lush foliage either evergreening or at rest until spring. Let’s not forget the root systems, going deep, connecting, intertwining with one another. Communicating. This is where we live. This is our ecosystem. This is our support network. All we have to do it tap in to it. 

Happy December from November Hill. 

Sunday, December 01, 2024

Morning and Moving into a New Era

 


This Thanksgiving has been the best I remember since 2017. It’s been simple and very sweet, pure and without any tension. I am so very grateful for my family.

This morning I woke up feeling like a new era is here for us. Bright blue sky, deeply rooted trees, love, peace. 

We’re moving closer to the omen days that begin the new year and I am so ready for them. I hope everyone is feeling hope and a sense of the new today. 

Thursday, November 28, 2024

Thanksgiving 2024


 

Grateful this year for the very late autumn colors, my husband, my children, and my grandchildren, a Thanksgiving together with all of them and our dogs, cats, and equines on November Hill. My place, my home, my anchor in this difficult year. 

May we all move safely forward to the winter solstice and beyond. 

Sunday, November 03, 2024

Sweet Bay

 


My husband took this aerial photo of our Sweet Bay Bald this weekend and I immediately see the figure of a horse, which made me think, wow, we can mow the walking path in the shape of Keil Bay! 

Perfect time of year to be thinking about it, since it will get mowed completely in early spring and then as the spring natives come in, we can shift the new walking path to any shape we want to. 

Something to think about through this coming season.