Andie and I are greatly aware that our blog is different from many blogs associated with holistic and spiritual services. There are quite a few things that make the iWonder Sisters stand out from the rest; one is that we are who we are, and another is that in our spiritual mentoring, we choose to tell our own personal stories.
We are not interested in preaching to anyone who reads this blog, or even suggesting that what we have to say about life is so different and unique from the shit you’ve already heard. Although we do believe that we do have a fresh perspective on how to achieve peace in everyday living through radical self-acceptance.
The history of the Griot, runs through many cultures because the telling of stories that are personal to you, are always more powerful than offering someone another technique, or “model” to help cure emotional ills. The fact is, Andie and I know that YOU, meaning each of us, are your own soul’s healers.
Now for the story of our Saturday this past weekend with Sonny the Stallion. Many of you who interact with us on Twitter and this blog, are aware that we live on a beautiful 150 acre horse ranch in the mountains and high desert of northern New Mexico. We rent a casita here and live on the land next door to our wonderful landlady and her family. We have all become very good friends and have quickly developed a real kinship.
This kinship is the reason why I got up at the crack of dawn last Saturday to clean one of the horse corrals located directly behind the casita. This open corral, with a shed and a breathtaking view, is home to four colts, two of whom will become stallions. If you don’t know anything about horses, (neither did we), a colt is simply a male horse under four-years old.
As I proceeded to enter zen mode with my wire rake and shovel, I was instructed the night before by our landlady to give the “boys” a few flakes of hay and place them in an area on the outside of the main corral so that they wouldn’t interfere with my work. Colts are like toddlers in 1000 lb bodies. They love to play. So I did exactly as our landlady suggested and was on my way working through the corral, raking horse poop and shoveling it into a wheelbarrow which I then had to dump with the strength given to me by my ancestors, (that should be funny) in that same outside area of the corral where I moved the horses.
Three of the colts are a beautiful chocolate brown, and one is a gorgeous tie-dyed silvery grey horse named Sonny. As I was in the rear of the corral at the farthest end away from where I could actually see the colts, I heard a noise no one wants to hear when they are responsible for a corral of future hormone-driven stallions. It was a sort of grunting, which both Andie and I recognize pretty easily now. I ran over to the “boys”, and Sonny had torn down an electric fence that surrounds all the corrals. The fence was presently deactivated by yours truly, because my landlady suggested I do this when I’m cleaning certain areas because of course, I will “shock” the hell out of myself if I touch it, and I don’t mean “surprise” myself, I mean “shock” the hell out of myself. Sonny took advantage of this fact and began to chase about 8 of the nearby mares (female horses), run wild through the open pasture area like a maniacal three year old, pick a fight over another electric fence with Imagine, one of our main stallions on the land, and possibly impregnate a mare or two.
Although I’m making the situation appear funny, it is actually extremely dangerous to ever have two stallions together because their hormones are the size of Mt. Kilimanjaro, and they will literally fight to the death. Because I was already schooled on this fact by our landlady, I raced over to her front door, as she was responding to the sound of horses running wild, by racing out of her back door. We met screaming in the middle, as she asked me what happened, and I yelled back that a colt had escaped his corral. Meanwhile we both saw Sonny and Imagine going at it over the fence, which mercifully, Imagine did not break down. Sonny proceeded to run wild as my landlady and I hurried at a mad pace to get all the outside pasture mares into one corral which she immediately chain locked. I ran to see if all four colts had escaped, only to find out that the Universe had mercy on us again. The remaining three colts were just running crazy in that small area, cheering on their buddy Sonny.
We were running around in a crazy frenzy and then Andie heard all the racket and was standing outside the casita. That was also mercy, because we needed her badly! Sonny had gone around the rear canyon area and ran into the corral right next door to the casita, that is the home of four more mares. He was embracing every bit of freedom he could muster while causing Sid, the stallion next to the mares’ corral, to go into mad raging fits. Sid was literally foaming at the mouth. If he had gotten through his fence, he would have attempted to kill Sonny. Stallions don’t like other stallions around any of the mares. They are wildly territorial and have the strength, weight, and power to destroy one another.
I was in Sid’s corral with hay and a bucket of grain attempting to distract him from the presence of Sonny running around chasing, what Sid considers to be “his mares”. My marathon running back and forth was only successful in that it matched my landlady’s marathon running back and forth in the mares’ corral trying to keep Sonny away from Sid. It was a circus like you’ve never seen. Andie ran for more hay to distract three of those mares, as Sonny found a mare named, Honey, (no joke) to his liking.
It took a few maneuvers to first of all get us all out of danger, including Sid and Sonny. Our landlady called out the plays and Andie and I ran the field, grabbing harnesses, more hay for distraction, moving other horses around to make a stall empty for Sid, and going nuts trying to corral a baby horse named Serenity into a stall with her mother. It seemed like forever. Andie also had the privilege of being asked to hold onto Sid after he was finally successfully harnessed, while I and my landlady did the all re-homing, shall we say. The scene was nuts, and truly shocking. As we performed all the plays, Sonny was still running wild, and our landlady in her wisdom knew that the best way to handle this craziness was to first get the stallions away from one another! So our first major play was to clear the situation of danger. Sid was successfully moved to another corral on the far end. The remaining three mares that didn’t catch Sonny’s fancy, were corralled into Sid’s area by Andie and our landlady, and apparently Sonny was so taken by Honey and probably exhausted, he was able to be harnessed and put back with his pals.
We were exhausted too and I was truly in shock, fearing the danger of those two stallions meeting flesh to flesh, and also feeling the power of Sid as he jumped into the air and pounded down, sometimes only inches in front of me. Our landlady high-fived us in a major way and thanked us both so much for rising to the occasion. She told us that this was the worst and scariest thing that can happen on a horse ranch; two stallions going toe to toe.
Needless to say, we took the rest of the day off to recover from the incident and we learned a lot from this experience.
1. If you can remove the “dangerous” factor, do that first, then you can think the rest of the situation through more calmly.
2. Teamwork is still an awesome thing! And when everyone does what they can do, success is close at hand.
3. We can no longer unplug the electric fence. Now I’ll just have to be what they call, “real careful”.
4. Your thoughts and fears can cripple you if you aren’t able to move into the present moment. And never trust a tie-dyed silvery grey horse named Sonny. Never again!