I'll be honest ~ there I times I question how long I can hold on doing this important work.
I've been feeling particularly vulnerable this week because I've been down with an intestinal bug...and because I haven't been able to keep busy physically, my brain has had time to let in all the issues that I can usually push aside in my "busy-ness".
What issues, you ask? Without going into detail (and I will probably do that at some point in my blogging future) and in the order they're popping into my head:
Exclusion ~ with the Midwest Horse Fair coming up next month, we are keenly feeling their policy of not allowing rescue organizations to EVEN BE CONSIDERED for demonstration
by the Wisconsin Horse Council ('sketchy rescues' follow one method of training, have sanctuary equines, are 'overly' particular about who they adopt to)
by "Rescue Oversight Organizations" (rescues should have a certain percent of equines they euthanize after intake, should have a certain number of adoptions [no caveat on success rates, though], should participate in training challenges without questioning the methods that will be used by trainers, etc.,etc.,etc.)
by "Horse Lovers" who call us names for using methods of Natural Horsemanship
Interminable fund-raising ~ the energy it takes and anxiety that financial matters produce
A lack of reliable, dedicated volunteers
Frustration with Social Media
The BIG issues
The weather ~ it limits how much we can do with our horses for much of the year
I'LL STOP NOW BECAUSE THIS HAPPENED
With all of this swirling in my head, I went out to do chores this morning. The weather was mercifully decent (32 degrees, sunny and very little wind) and my guts were feeling somewhat better, so I lingered more than I have been. After feeding those that need complete feed and special consideration, I went to switch a soft fence into 'day mode'. One of our sanctuary horses, Storm, came to see me.
Storm, who the humane officer referred to as a female dog.
Storm, who has reluctantly tolerated our efforts to keep her feet trimmed.
Storm, who has little regard for what a human could possibly offer.
Storm, who, as a sanctuary equine, receives less attention than our 'adoptables' do.
Yes. That Storm.
She came. She stayed. She let me know where she wanted me to rub her. She let me take this picture. She 'told' me it was all worth it and to hang on.