Connections
July 14, 2014
On Friday and Saturday of this past weekend I held a garage sale. I thought I was having the sale to get rid of excess stuff. Yes, one customer asked me if I was a hoarder . . . I said I’d been packing stuff around for a while so it was time to lighten the load now that I had finally settled in one place.
So I thought the sale was about the sale but it turns out that the sale was all about making connections with my neighbors and even with a guy who hauled junk away for free!
I’ve been in this location for just over three months and while I’ve been here I’ve met, on many occasions, the neighbors' horses. My horses and theirs have a very loving relationship. The neighbors’ horses are mares and all of mine except one are geldings. So one of their mares we call the Giggly Horse because of its weird, wavery whinny is the one who is constantly chewing the fence. In fact she has chewed the fence so much that I had to replace two fence boards. One fence post on the fence we share now resembles a toothpick. So when I met the neighbors who own those horses, the man said he would replace the fence post. Yay! I had asked Spirit for help because I have never replaced a fence post and hopefully I never will have to.
With that request met, I had another offer from a garage sale shopper who took a look around my yard, after I told him that I had some boy stuff that I hadn’t put out just because I didn’t really know what it was. It belonged to my late husband who had packed it around forever. He took one look at the garbage incinerator with the fuel tank attached and said, if I wanted, he’d return with his winch trailer and winch it on and out of my yard. Really? I didn’t even have to advertise. He came to me!
So the sale, although I did move a lot of unwanted items, turned out to be more of a meeting of the kind of help that I needed.
On Saturday night, when my son and I went for a walk to the corner of the pasture where our horses gather and visit, the Giggly Mare began to talk to me. She had never talked to me before. Yes, I’m a rescue horse she said. Her owners told me that both horses were rescue horses. I am really friendly she added. Now that I had spoken to her owners, she felt it was safe to talk to me. Horses are funny because they do not always talk. They talk when they want you to hear something. If you are tuned into nature then you will always hear it. It’s not a secret, and it’s not a fantasy. It’s just the way some people are able to live. Do you?
On Friday and Saturday of this past weekend I held a garage sale. I thought I was having the sale to get rid of excess stuff. Yes, one customer asked me if I was a hoarder . . . I said I’d been packing stuff around for a while so it was time to lighten the load now that I had finally settled in one place.
So I thought the sale was about the sale but it turns out that the sale was all about making connections with my neighbors and even with a guy who hauled junk away for free!
I’ve been in this location for just over three months and while I’ve been here I’ve met, on many occasions, the neighbors' horses. My horses and theirs have a very loving relationship. The neighbors’ horses are mares and all of mine except one are geldings. So one of their mares we call the Giggly Horse because of its weird, wavery whinny is the one who is constantly chewing the fence. In fact she has chewed the fence so much that I had to replace two fence boards. One fence post on the fence we share now resembles a toothpick. So when I met the neighbors who own those horses, the man said he would replace the fence post. Yay! I had asked Spirit for help because I have never replaced a fence post and hopefully I never will have to.
With that request met, I had another offer from a garage sale shopper who took a look around my yard, after I told him that I had some boy stuff that I hadn’t put out just because I didn’t really know what it was. It belonged to my late husband who had packed it around forever. He took one look at the garbage incinerator with the fuel tank attached and said, if I wanted, he’d return with his winch trailer and winch it on and out of my yard. Really? I didn’t even have to advertise. He came to me!
So the sale, although I did move a lot of unwanted items, turned out to be more of a meeting of the kind of help that I needed.
On Saturday night, when my son and I went for a walk to the corner of the pasture where our horses gather and visit, the Giggly Mare began to talk to me. She had never talked to me before. Yes, I’m a rescue horse she said. Her owners told me that both horses were rescue horses. I am really friendly she added. Now that I had spoken to her owners, she felt it was safe to talk to me. Horses are funny because they do not always talk. They talk when they want you to hear something. If you are tuned into nature then you will always hear it. It’s not a secret, and it’s not a fantasy. It’s just the way some people are able to live. Do you?