Peeper & Mis... phase II of our story

Peeperpuppy · Peeper & Mis... phase II of our story

Well, I got a call from my husband. He called to tell me he had Mis on the trailer & they were headed home from the trainer's place. I was stunned by what he had to say.

My trainer is now in internal conflict because I have the perfect horse - split between the 2 mares I have. My QH is content to go slow & is the perfect horse EXCEPT she's got a hair trigger gas pedal & she needs exposure to the world so she learns there aren't boogies behind every tree.

Mis is the perfect horse EXCEPT she seems to be in such a hurry all the time. She doesn't have an ounce of buck in her & she's very stable but she'd lope everywhere if you don't hold her back. He said she can be challenging to hold her back but then once she settles, she's fine.

My husband was dead set on me selling 1 of the 2 mares (whichever was less suitable for me). He delivers the news that he rode Mis & he said man she is really so much nicer than he dreamed possible in such a short time. She loads like a dream & several other things. I told him I'd be in no hurry so I hoped he'd be patient. Toward the end of the conversation he said, "Well honey, maybe just keep 'em both. We might need an extra horse some time & that'll take the pressure off." (Gawd, I KNEW there was a reason I thought he was such a perfect man for me

). He told me about some of the stuff he'd seen with her & at the end of the conversation he tells me, "but you know the pair of them will be different for you than they well anyone else."

The thought occurs to me that I wonder if Mis spent her time at the trainer in a hurry so she could get back home. That's distinctly what it feels like. When he was telling me about her wanting to lope that thought just popped to mind. That she's in a hurry so we can be together.

We'll see...

Peeperpuppy

Well life is better together for sure. Mis was - for sure - a full bodied sigh when we got together. She's tired but happy to be home. Soon we'll find a saddle together & find out if she's still in such a hurry. My mother's answer was simple... tell Mis I can't go fast.

Man... I've missed my girl.

sarah

Peeperpuppy

Last night just before dark I went out to my herd. Something I haven't done in a long time. I went out into my herd with a little something in mind. Mis looked emotionally drained to me. She's so different now & seems pleased to be in this new phase. In the back of my mind I kept thinking of the book Riding Between the Worlds & what I'd learned from it so I put the real inner me forward.

I told her I missed her & that she looked so pretty but I was concerned because she looked drained & tired, a little thin. She put her head in my chest and sighed. I told her not to worry that - while I trust & respect my trainer's opinion - I valued her & I trusted what was happening between us.

Here comes the herd boss - Harley (my husband's mare). Ugly 'get back face' at Mis & drove her away from me. Hmm, how interesting. I stepped forward & stroked the mare's face & neck. I told Harley, "Mis is my horse too, just like your sister." Harley snorted & looked from me to Mis (Mis got a dirty look from her). I backed her up with just a little pressure on her face & told her I'd thank her not to bully Mis & to let me decide who to pet.

I invited Mis back & she came for more petting. She's so different now - not in a bad way. She & I seem to get into a time warp where everything else seems to fade into the distance. Here come Gunny. Gunny being the other half of my pair of horses - also the bane of Mis' exsistence. These 2 like each other about like Spiderman & the Green Goblin. I even catch them making faces at one another. I repeated the same thing to Gunny & my husband came in to preoccupy the Grulla sisters so I could focus on Mis. He commented that the horses (all 3 of them) seem to be doing the same thing my dogs do. They take this protective stance over me. It's not dominance but as if they don't trust the others to watch out for me. Whoowee, I have my work cut out for me.

At that moment it occurred to me that Gunny (my 2nd mare) may be just as important to what's going on with me personally as Mis but in a different way.

Last night I seemed to be having flashes of things past & present all night. I slept but feel like I worked all night. Very very busy. The only one I don't remember was something pretty scary & Mis came to get me out of that. I heard her plain as day, "I'm here. Don't go there." And she snorted in my ear loud enough bring me wide awake.

Big big big things at work in my life...

jackspark

Sounds like it.......anxiously awaiting all updates. Getting ready to read that book. Gotta finish Tao first! Crazy isn't it?

Peeperpuppy

It's funny because Gunny just keeps look at me like she's patiently waiting for me to 'get it'. Trouble is... I'm either trying to hard or I just plain don't 'get it'. ((sigh)). The one that surprised me last night was Little Mother (that's my pet name for Craig's mare Harley. This mare mothers everyone even him.). She seemed to be warning Mis off me too. She came to stand over me like a mare stands over her foal. So I tried to give her a gentle reminder that I'll let her know if I need protecting.

It's quite a compliment that that I seemed to be so protection-worthy. Maybe part of this lesson will be learning how to turn the trio of them into a unit??

All I know is the frames of dreams last night was really something. I think I was getting a view of things having happened to Mis & also to me.

As soon as Mis is rested up I'll get some pictures & post them.

Peeperpuppy

Last night I had a fit of a time sleeping. I kept having this reoccurring dream where I was listening to my Grandpa but my brain couldn't seem to catch what he was saying. I got up this morning feeling half dead from lack of sleep & very bothered because I couldn't 'get' what Grandpa was saying. I got to work & was starting up my computer when I remembered something.

The last conversation I had with him face to face was such an amazing time. Mom & I drove the 5 hours to his house & we arrived at midnight. He was in his summer pj's. Us kids would outgrow things & give them to him (as he was a little person). We thought it was so cool that we could snitch his nifty clothes & he could wear ours. He never complained when we stuck him with Winnie the Pooh or something. In fact he wore these things for PJ's because he knew we were proud to share with him. He had the Stark Trek pj's that had been my brother's, then my sister's then mine... finally Grandpa got stuck with them. They didn't believe in waste so these clothes were 30+ years old but still useful. I remember seeing him through the window & just smiling. Grandpa found that show horrible but couldn't throw the pj's out. Well anyway that night he was in and out of the present/past time. 3 years before he died, Grandpa suffered mini-strokes & his understanding of past vs. present was mixed up at times.

Grandma said he had been singing a lot of a white horse named Fan. His song had something about co-Fan (& since Gram doesn't hear so good... I wish I'd have heard the song). It touched Gram so much she asked that if I ever had a white horse, I call her Fan. This only got a scowl from Grandpa because he had something to tell me about a gray mare. It was very important to him that I watch for the gray mare. He waited until Gram left to show Mom something in the kitchen before he fussed & said, "Did I say white or gray?" I answered gray & he nodded, "Mind you remember gray horses & white ones are different & you're job is to watch for the gray one. You wait for her." He also recalled seeing Jesus ride a white horse once in his dreams & he thought them very special. And this night was different because he couldn't seem to talk fast enough, to tell me stories fast enough (some I'd never heard, many I had). He would tell me about horse problems & then tell me how to fix them, things far advanced over my currently level. There were moments his intensity was so fierce that I understand the importance of his words. I just sat at his knee on the floor & focused all my attention on him. I remember thinking over & over that I'd be lost when he was gone. That talk went on for more than 4 hours. I'd shooed Gram & Mom off to bed. I think in my heart I knew I wouldn't have him much longer but it's hard to face. He was the heart of our family & he was Grandfather, father, teacher, mentor & best friend to me. We spent the weekend with them & had to go home on Sunday. He hugged me, gave me a kiss & asked me to promise not to forget all we talked about. Don't forget to take care of that mare. She could only come once.

I guess I didn't sleep last night because it was important that I remember that talk because 7 years before the gray mare was born... he told me to watch for her, to wait for her. And I can't help but wonder why I'm so stupid & didn't put this together before now. He talked about how the mare would be a mess when she came but I'd know her by the star in her forehead. I wrote down in my notebook that he said I'd have to be careful or I'd miss her but I'd know her. I'd know her by the holy mark in her forehead. He said don't be fooled by what I saw with my eyes but to look with my heart for answers I'd known all along. And to know better than to listen to a bunch of people who are surface workers.

As I remembered his words the hair came up on the back of my neck & my arms. When Mis came to me she was a dark rose gray but she had a big white mark on her forehead. Sort of unusual. My gray mare came to me with the mark of the star of Bethleham in her forehead.

This journey just keeps getting more & more special.

4theloveofjake

Your grandpa was special too ! How lucky you were to have him !

bit

Wish I could have known your grandpa. Sounds like you are remembering things as you need to. When it's time.
I had a dream around 25 years ago. Dreamed I was sitting on some alabaster steps, in front of something that felt like a library, with big marble columns. It was a place of learning. Didn't feel like a dream. This angel came up to me and asked me if I'd like to know the meaning of life? I said yes, and he told me. Damned if I could remember. It was so simple, and I couldn't remember. Laughed about that for the longest time. 25 years later, I not only remembered the dream, I remembered what he said. It wouldn't have meant so much to me when I had the dream, but had a profound impact when I did finally remember.
Ok, so pictures, and I'd like to hear anything you remember, k?

Peeperpuppy

It's safe to say that I come by this genetically. The women in my family got it very strong. My Mom, Grandmas, Great Grams are/were very strong in seeing visions, having things shown to them in dreams. If you'd have asked me 5 years ago about the men folk in my family, I'd have told you there were not - except my horseman Grandpa. But as I've gotten a little older, a little wiser I'm seeing that my Dad and his father had it too but in different ways. My Dad would have things shown to him - such as danger - by way of deer. My sister is shown things often with deer. I didn't get the deer thing but I have had a rabbit hold me up from going down the road. I have a big white dog, and more recently a big bay mare (but not Lady... my first mare).

I was so stuck in a rut thinking Grandpa was jumbling his thoughts. Mis has grayed out so much that anyone else would see it. It wasn't a perfect star but enough that it stuck in my mind. My Cherokee Grandpa would remind me that an animal so marked by God is a great gift.

There's a lot with my horseman Grandpa that I remember in pieces. We spent more time together than could be measured & he taught me everything: how to hunt, fish, trap aside from horses. But it used to bother me that Parelli taught more or less for us not to rely on vocal cues with our horses but my Grandpa's first word to anyone on working with any animal was something like this, "Talk to the mare, sis. She'll find the truth of you in your tone, in your words."

I remember him having a conversation with my old mare one night when he snuck out for a night ride. He admited to her that he was getting old but in his mind & his heart he was still 20 & he wanted to dance. It was funny like that with him he'd get up on her & they'd go off & the mare would put 110% effort into rounding up & even then I could feel the desire, the energy, the union of man & horse & it was no longer riding... it was a dance with the horse's breathing, her footfalls, his words spoken only for her ears as the music.

Sometimes there just aren't enough words... but perhaps the difference is mindless robotic commands vs working with an animal where human & horse are on a spiritual level? I dunno yet... still figuring things out

Peeperpuppy

Pictures are here. I couldn't get them to load here no matter what I did so here's a photo bucket link:

http://s167.photobucket.com/album...0May%2010%20%20Circle%20Y%20gift/

Mis wasn't super impressed with the new halter that was a present from Circle Y. I look horrible in the picture with her but... it's high humidity & my face decided to swell up from allergies

yuck but I think Mis is certainly a picture. I had to laugh because the bronc halter looks like it was made for Gunny but Mis was NOT impressed... in fact you can see that she was only tolerating my sheenanigans! There's one photo that when you see it you'll know which one. I was thinking about adorning my horses in matching regalia to the halter & her head came up & her eyes say, "WHAT!" She's so funny.

I guess Gunny gets the new pretty & I'll have to find something Lipizzaner appropriate.

misstux

bit

Yep, somethin' sparkley! She said, "It makes my nose look big." lol!

Peeperpuppy

I got the whole 'You have GOT to be kidding" when she realized I was going to put it on her too. Gunny was very unhappy about sharing it. Mis was nice enough to humor me. Since I got it for writing a true story I was so over the moon & I still think she looks beautiful but got the

oh brother, from Mis.

And you're oh so right, it puts the emphasis on the baroque-ness of her head & while I think it's a pretty head... it's not a buckaroo halter head! Haha... it's so funny everyone I've shared the pictures with have said the same thing.

There's a couple of shots in there of Mis where I'm talking to her & her expression gets better because she seemed to forget the head-wear

Boy I love her. She's very 'looks' consious. I didn't know that. She was somewhat embarrassed when she came home from training that she'd lost weight... it made her head look big & that really REALLY bothered her. She's past that now. Her body has taken a different shape now. She's got an endurance build & there's something a little arab-like in her build. Very pretty.

Takes some getting used to. The QH girls could wear a bucket on their head & say, "how's this?" Mis lets me know the peasants try her patience. Gunny came up the other day with brush in her main & forelock & I could have sworn she was trying to entertain me. I've never had her talk to me like Mis but I'd have sworn she said, "Hey look, I'm a deer!" Now this cracked me up beyond words & I couldn't even tell Craig why. She was tossing her head around, snorting & pawing with a front hoof. Then she got bored & discovered it'd poke her if she tried to put her head through the fence for a rub so I had to 'save her'.

They're really something!