Nettan's Blog

Once I had the care of a horse named Jasper. He was a master of the art of communication. When he did not want to play anymore so he refused to walk or throwing of us riders. Could it be any clearer?

The other night when I would take my horse Eyja on a ride so I missed most of the above. Be totally focused on me to ride and did not see any of the things she told me. Eyja have some problem with gnats in the evening, she gets really scared and runs most about and just want to go into the barn again. Now, this happens only when there is really very gnats.

Once up on horseback, there is no interaction with the horse. Eyja run like she wants and ignores completely both in the reins, and other help.

She throws herself aside for all the shadows that is, grass and flowers are dangerous dragons that she had run away at all costs.

Full of sorrow that I missed what this amazing creature tried to tell me over 1 hour, I'll go off and we return to the stables.

I think I'm pretty good at communication, even between the races, has taught me a lesson.

Attendance, attendance, attendance!

All moments and events, communicate with us, but it's so easy to miss. To miss moments and events are missing a part of life, but it happens.

Goodbye

According to Greek mythology was the princess Europa abducted by Zeus who transformed himself into a white bull. He is said to have grazed on a meadow where the princess was staying and managed to get her to sit on his back. Europe was very fond of the beautiful bull, and enjoyed sitting on his back. After a while, so did the disguised Zeus by at full speed into the sea, and stopped finally in Crete. There, he transformed himself to God again. He married the Europe, received a number of sons together.

Maybe Zeus looked like this Irish fella who also were grazing in a meadow high above the sea. What if there was someone disguised as Irish god who would soon reveal his true self. Life must somehow have been more exciting with the ancient myths and sagas. Imagine sitting an enchanted evening at a live fire and hear the Bard MAKE POETRY on Irish Bulls, while the audience listens attentively. The art of communicating stories and stories will soon be extinct, have the time to listen. But the legends and myths are carriers of knowledge and we humans may need to benefit from them in a way that speaks beyond our logical ego. The latter is often said that fairy tales and myths are silly and uninteresting, I know what reality looks like, right?

"As if" we could handle our situations in life just as our heroes / heroines.

"Once upon a time ........"

During our great hiking and photography trip to Ireland, that has, among other things, that I was stung by a Bumblebee. We, Peter and I had walked for hours over high mountains and muddy moors and barely seen any animals or insects. I had the same experience the previous day and commented that our friend photographer Michael.

That was none of the men who responded directly to my comments regarding this, but I felt that it was very quiet but flies, mosquitoes, birds or other living things as beetles and so on.

This was also my feeling when we just come down from a hefty steep and approached the flat land again. I shared with you my experience of Per and said something like this. "This country, Ireland, is so incredibly beautiful, but it gives the impression of unreality and lifelessness, but animals and other insects."

Now it just so happens that there were some cows, sheep and horses grazed on the hills where we went, but the absence of birdsong was palpable. I could barely communicate Per my thoughts before nature fought back.

From nowhere came a Bumblebee with a focus on my left eye. It came at full speed and stung me just below the eye, I did not have time to squeeze it or anything. Possibly it was a wink when I shut the eye that caused it to stick to. Only managed to see some of the furry body. And now I know that Bumble bees sting, they do not burn.

The funny thing was that after this incident I became aware of birds in the bushes, small butterflies and other things that eluded me before.

I joked that maybe it was the little bumblebee my totem animal that would teach me an experience, to see.

Now it was a little strange at first because I could hardly see anything during the day when the eye became swollen again.

Two insights came to me omedlbart, Ireland is not in the absence of bugs, and to our experience, sometimes suddenly and in a way that we can not imagine.

After we got home, I have become obsessed with photographing Bumblebees. What amazing little creatures they are. When you see them working as a messenger of life force, that is, pollen from one plant to another, then you understand that there is much we do not understand.

This little friend next is just covered with tiny pollen grains.

If this is so that bumblebees are small totem animal as they can probably find the moderator communicate to us humans?

Maybe they would say something like, "Hey there, just you yes, how would it be if you stopped for a moment in life and looked around you?

How would it be if you took your time to smell a flower, experience aura and enjoy its beauty?

Perhaps when you have time to taste the nectar of life. Perhaps you then see that we are connected somehow. That we all have our duties to play in the big picture to work. "

Do not know what insights a bumblebee possess but maybe it has some social-psychological skills as well so maybe it would continue the conversation with us like this.

"Think about what you carry from one flower to another. Carry only what is healthy and that contributes to that other flowers can bloom. Some misery sticks to you, paste perhaps permanent, but if you shake the it disappears. That you bring from a flower contains the power to another flower. pollinate your environment with what is good and vital. "

The bumblebee has been an important space in my life. Bumblebee is written always with a capital T in the future.

Wish you a good pollination!

Has today met with some of the women in the family. Very interesting discussions that led the tanks on to historic times. War and military, the Berlin wall creation, and the wires back even long before this time.

The conversation came to be about great-grandmother Helena. A wise woman who knew a lot and are building the people turned to when they had problems. She was a trusted creature who had to take care of both physical harm, mental åkommar, and handling of those who died and who would be prepared. According to the story, waiting for all of what Helen had to say. She is said to have been a very gentle person with a lot of warmth and empathy for his fellow man. Her husband, August, and Helena were both 96 years. Many of those years they lived together as married. According to the women of the family so they both beamed and August always wanted to hear Helen's viewpoint before any decision would be taken on any subject. Amazing is that the two, until the day one died, always thanked each other for the day they had together and wished each other good night with respect and reverence. Unfortunately they both died the same year I was born and I never got the opportunity to know them.

What does this have to do with communication?

Yes, of course I wonder what is it that makes some people get other people's confidence when they would not be noticed themselves. What is it that they radiate and communicate to those around you?

Surely we can find several social psychological explanations, but I do not think that's enough. There is something more that some people are giving out something that speaks to our innermost self and create a trust. Maybe it's the same as the animal a time and that means that many prefer the animals in front of the people they are not comfortable with.

The summary is to me the same, communication is something much deeper, more sophisticated and subtle than we have a clue. Every moment and experience communicating with us, as well as any relationship.

After many hours talking about old times thought aunt's dog Spajo to'd had enough. Certainly, he sat beside her and began beating on her arm with his paw. As this was not enough as it was followed by a number called must. It was his time to go for a walk, just as important to him as listening over the long time that people around him had talked.

Everything has its time, you just have to be alert to the signals sent to us.

Spajo was as beautiful as the picture when he informed us that now was the time for evening walk.

The above is according to sources familiar with a quote from Sätre. At a jog with the man and the dogs the other day, we felt quite strongly that we existed. Dogs Smillan and Stella had decided that it was homesickness that mattered. This meant tempo all the time, no stopping to smell the other dog pees, track activities, or other small pauses. We, Per and me, wondering if the dogs are communicating when they pull mum o dad hills. Thank god for big strong Labradors. Maybe they talk to each other about how to set up the race, it looks anyway so when they look at each other and then it's full speed.

Animals can be assets in many areas, both for the company as running track. Read an article in the local newspaper a few days ago that attempts should be made with more dogs for the elderly. I think it's quite obvious that people and animals belong together even though I can understand that people with allergies may have a difficult time. Dogs and horses are also used a lot in various therapeutic contexts. Here with us is the most horses that stand for this. Our wild dogs are too young and unruly yet.

In the picture Smillan actually accepted a 'sit o stay on ", despite rumbling thunder. So little hope maybe there is. Communication between the races is fantastic when it works.

Now we're going out and exist for a while before it comes time for the Sandman