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Failure!
Such beautiful,giving loving animals–friends to man. But man kills his friends!! And let us not forget, many horses were veterans, too.
A BLM roundup in Nevada
Kindly permitted by: American Wild Horse Preservation
By now you may or may not be, tired of reading about this vile issue here, but it is here again, nonetheless.
Once again, the courts have ceased for the moment, the despicable practice of horse slaughter in this country.
So, is this a reprieve, hardly!
Those at the forefront of this ” murder for money “ business have fought too long and hard to give up.
Despite the total outrage and hostility from every corner of this country and many others, two facilities are on the
brink of opening up their shops for business and that business is the killing of horses.
Regardless of which side of the fence you may sit on in this issue, the problem is that we should not be eating wild
horses, or any horses, for that matter.
It’s not like our country is in immediate danger of running out of meat for sale, the stores are packed…
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Veterans Day Tribute
A humble tribute and thank you to all those of you who served or are serving now.
No words adequately THANK YOU for the ultimate sacrifice.
Can not convey my deep admiration for your courage.
(One of our finest, a serviceman, shared his poem about being in the service with me in commenting on this post and I want to share it with you. It is as beautiful as its author. Please read and have tissues in hand.)
http://www.jasonbladd.com/2013/11/07/while-hes-away-a-poem-about-being-gone
Euthanized and Harvested
This hurts…
A Florida Alligator sunning itself on shore.
Picture credit: John White
Recently someone asked me how I choose the subjects of the Blogs posted here.
My answer to him/her, made perfect sense, to me at least.
I said that if something makes me cry or very angry, it is going to be passed along to all of you.
What was on our news here this week is not a new story, which is part of the reason that it must be shared, it is an ever repeating tragedy.
There are two animals in Florida that are constantly making the news, black bears and alligators.
When either of these two animals wander out of the safety of their worlds, into the dangerous one that Humans occupy, the outcome is frequently not good.
If a black bear behaves well, meaning, it goes back where it came from without any human contact, the bear lives, when it does not, the result…
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Dark Clouds Overhead
Things have spiraled out of control. I am following far too many blogs and comments and finding it hard to keep up with all the new posts I want to read. I am on too many animal rights, environmental and political lists. Right now I have had a few weeks of migraines nearly everyday and am finding it hard to get myself to Physical Therapy to treat some problems that need addressing. I am losing my temper at my loving husband and he, in turn, is under so much pressure at his clinical social worker job that he is losing his as well. Clearly something has to be done. I cannot stand the person I have become.
This means I will not be posting for awhile and I am not sure how long, or, if this is turning into a bad thing altogether. I will not give up the animal activism and environmental lists because this is one of the few ways I can give to the world. There is a reason I have been on disability for the last 13 years. I have a major mental illness, Bipolar Disorder, and Asperger’s and these take their toll on my life and those around me. So please forgive me if I don’t read all your posts, or read them and don’t respond. I love some of you, and care for many of you, but now have to get my life back. This means more meditation, more Reiki, possibly learning Qi Gong and lots of prayer. It feels too bad right now to stay on the road I am on.
Good-bye for awhile and my warmest regards,
Ellen
Money For Murder
This is the life they are supposed to have~
To all of you dear devoted, caring readers, please help to stop this monster.
This will be very short, but most definitely, not sweet !
This was just received and it must be addressed immediately.
I do not even know where to start.
But I know that all of you will, so this is in your very capable hands now.
Adam and Eric are you listening?
Please, please, sign it, share it , reblog it, post this story anywhere and everywhere that you write.
Do whatever you can, get on the phone, call anyone that you think will listen, do not let this man continue this.
They have no one to speak for them, no one to fight for them, but you and me, we must answer their cries.
Despite Shutdown Horses Are Being Slaughtered
American Wild Horse Preservation News and Alerts
For the Love of a Horse
Oh to be one with you,
White-marked Third Eye,
to mount you
and ride you into forever
to nuzzle my nose
in your silky mane
to smell your hot breath
upon my face
and feel your tongue
upon my cheek
to smell the sweetness
of your leavings
and
hear your hoofs
against the road
and your snorts
as you run
*
my love for you
is from a distance
though once
we danced together
and
you nuzzled
me out of depression
and into bliss
oh how I miss
those magic moments
when we were one.
An Insecure Security
Gemutlichkeit* of
a rainy October morning
dry chilly warmth
in our little barn
*
downstairs
you perusing the paper
upstairs
me pumping poetry
*
rain tip-toeing
on the metal roof
a tymphanic symphony
outside the window
a masterpiece of color
yellow walnut leaves
and red sugar maple
the steady drip-drop of water
*
what bliss is this
precious moments of Now
a heavenly haven
from a frightening, tipsy-turvy world
*
I wish to always be
in your aura of calm
and the beauteous bounty of Nature
but
for sure
death will come
*
please take us together
and
find us in each other’s arms
*
blessed bliss
pure peace
and
true security
the everlasting Now
only exist
in the presence of God.
*German word meaning “coziness”.
Homefulness
Sheltered from the rain
our house in view
how lucky we
to have a home
a shelter
blues harmonica
sheets of rain
storm
blurring October
but focusing on gratitude
for a home to go to
when the rain lets up
a shelter
our nest
an illusion of security
I’ll welcome
in my world of delusions.
MOONSIDE 
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