Monday, December 23, 2013

For the Love of a Child

(I drew this awhile back)
Waking up to the sound of giggles.
Makes your day start brighter.
Knowing the happy smiles.
Makes the world seem lighter.

Pattering feet across the floor.
The sound of just another day.
In the house of growing children.
Deserting their beds to play.

Getting dressed is always a task.
Chasing down children to change.
Screaming, happy laughter rings.
Any easier and it would seem strange.

Chaos in the kitchen erupts.
Cereal and milk cover the table.
Trying to gain control and order.
Just never quite able.

Playtime commences soon after.
Your time for cleaning long pass.
Toys and games sprawled all over.
Instead you leave it for last.

Nap times are always a bliss.
When finally all are asleep.
Quietness fills the house.
Letting the peace just seep.

Managing to get a little done.
Always awake too soon.
Although nothing quite compares.
Too hear your baby croon.

Before you know it.
The day has passed.
The children's yawns begin.
They're ready for bed at last.

You hug and kiss them gently.
Laying their head down for the night.
You read their beloved bedtime story.
Until you turn off their bedroom light.

You smile as you think about.
 The chaos the day ensued.
Even though it is a lot of work.
They always put you in the best mood.\


Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©

Monday, December 9, 2013

Shoutout to...

For the many viewers that I do get on my blog from all around the world. I want to give a shout out to you all and thank you all for following and dropping by my site. I appreciate the support from you all.

 While I am at I would love for you all to take a moment out of your day while you are visiting my blog and check out this talented and wonderful new rising pianist. He has inspiring, thoughtful and peaceful music that will make you want to listen to it all day. Plus he is also a follower on my blog...Soooo I guess that gives him a few extra bonus points =P

 You will find all his music and his newly released CD on his site at...

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  You can also find some of his extra new songs on...

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He can also be found on twitter if you all want to follow him on there. I promise you will not regret listening and/or purchasing his CD. It is well worth and I can tell you all I am already excited to see where this career in music takes him.
 Thanks again to all who follow and stop by my site to read the random thoughts that I do happen to post. You all are amazing and I hope to share so much more with you!
 Hope you all have a wonderful week!

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Love Lost

As your memory wafts in.
A shot of pain pierces.
It stings and opens anew.
Shutting my eyes from you.

Instead you're there inside.
Vivid as if I could reach out.
Touch you and feel your warmth.
Yet it is merely a wisp.

My eyes sting with tears.
I can clearly see your face.
My heart hurts from the pain.
Cries out for you to be there.

Questions of why.
Yet they cannot be answered.
I know, yet they're there.
Why are you gone?

Your picture is all I have.
Memories of our love.
Pure and simple and bliss.
I miss you my friend.

My only prayer.
To see you again someday.
How fierce I would hug you.
Saying, "I love you Bud".


Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Recipe of My Life (old poem)

I recently found a bunch of poems I either never finished or never did anything with. Here is one of them.



Rice, water and chocolate.
Are the recipe to my life.
Love, Joy and peace.
Is how I live without strife.

Yahuwah my king.
Is who I adore, but always remember.
Having too many friends.
Can be a chore.

Truth, honour and sacrifice.
Is how we will win.
Turmoil, bitterness and hate.
Is how we stay in sin.

Always remember Yahushua our Saviour.
Who gave up everything.
Just so you and I.
Could gain the kingdom.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Rich in Heart, Poor in Spirit

As a waft of air consumes a beggar.
Emptiness consumes the proud of wealth.

 As cold pinches the skin of the homeless.
Coldness pinches the soul of the elite.

As sleep eludes the misfortunate. 
Dreams elude those of the fortunate. 

Who do you think you are?
Sitting on your lavish thrones.
Looking down on the weary.
Who do you think we are?

Survival consumes the thoughts of a beggar.
Comforts consume the thoughts of the proud of wealth.

Hunger pinches the stomach of the homeless.
Listlessness pinches the heart of the elite.

Hope eludes the reach of the misfortunate.
Concern eludes the reach of the fortunate.

Who do you think you are?
Perched in your guarded fortresses.
Scoffing at the unfortunate.
Who do you think we are?

Change is given to the beggar.
Food and raiment to the homeless.
Faith and hope given to the misfortunate.

Wealth is taken from the proud.
Hunger pinches the stomach of the elite.
While the hearts of the fortunate are tested.

Who do you think you are?
Lowered by greed and gain.
A rock now your pillow.
Now, who do you think we are?




Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The Dance of Serenity

He saw her there.
Balancing lightly as a top.
Drawn to the edge.
As if about to tip over a ledge.

Lingering in thought.
He could not betray.
As he watched her move about.
Gracefully in and out.

She danced as if in trance.
Her face a mask of control.
Gliding across the stage.
As a bird released from its cage.

He never had witnessed such.
Beauty portrayed through grace.
Movements with such fluidity.
He had found in it serenity.

The tempo rises to occasion.
As she keeps up with the music.
Feeling it to her very fingers.
The after image still lingers.

 His heart begins to beat fast.
 Attuned to her every movement.
 Flitting about in the wind.
He never wanted the feeling to end.

 He senses the finality.
Knowing she would soon descend.
Back down to the world of men.
His breathing slowly starting again.

Her mask of control then slips.
A glimmer of a smile appears.
As she takes her bow.
It's his turn to smile now. 




Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©

Monday, June 24, 2013

Rose Training Session #2

So its been about a month and a half or so since I last updated you all on Rose's training. My farrier is due back tomorrow and unfortunately I haven't been working with Rose like I should have. I had made such progress the last time I worked with her that my farrier was extremely impressed with her behaviour. I could give you a ton of excuses why I haven't worked with her in the past month, excuses that are actually legit, but in the end, "excuses, excuses."

Last week I decided I needed to work with her no matter my schedule or that I would love to just laze around. It was in the evening and still in the 90's out, but I was going to do this either way. So I grabbed Rose's halter and headed out to the pasture to catch her. I had been out to the pasture lots of times in the past month that she would coming running if I whistled. Not that day, nope, she was so against me catching her that it ended up taking me 45 minutes to finally get a hold of her.
She ran and ran and then ran some more, bucking and kicking. Acting like a completely wild horse who had never been touched before. I decided, "Fine, if you're going to play this game, that's fine. It takes two to tango." I play the domineering lead mare with her. For those of you who might be going, "whaaaat?"  In a herd, there is one alpha female called the, "Lead Mare". She will sometimes kick another horse out of the herd if she doesn't like the other horse. She'll run the other horse out and then stand guard over the herd making sure the other horse doesn't sneak back in. When the outcast shows signs of submission and remorse, the "Lead Mare" will show its vulnerable side to the outcast. The outcast will see this signal and know its okay to rejoin the herd.
Okay, now that that's explained. This demonstration can be used between human and horse as well. I let Rose know that I was "Lead Mare" and I am kicking her out of the herd. I kept pushing her away and chasing her so she wouldn't come near the neighbours horses. I would love to tell you it worked this time, but unfortunately it didn't. Thankfully I knew this technique worked before or I would have been discouraged. I just didn't want to spend 3 hours trying to catch her. I eventually put down the halter and she let me come to her.

 So now that she was caught and we were both tired and sweating. I knew I had to work her just so she knew she couldn't keep getting away from me. So I lunged her in circles and she was very unhappy. I went ahead and put the saddle on her and she seemed completely fine. That was, until I started lunging her with the saddle on. She Bucked, Kicked, hopped and threw her head over and over again. All the while about ripping my arm off my body. After about 10 minutes she finally calmed down and stopped bucking. She was still being a pain so I decided to call it quits since she was sweating so bad. I un-tacked her and took her to the the hose and gave her a bath. She wasn't too fond of the water shooting at her, but she realized it felt nice and didn't squirm around to much.
So that was my day working with her last week. Needless to say it was a frustrating and disheartening day for me. I was disappointed at her regressing so badly that it got to me for awhile.

Since my farrier is coming tomorrow. I knew I needed to get her out and work her again. So after we got back from doing our third play this year for our county libraries. I decided I was going to work with Rose again.
Yet again I grabbed her halter and headed out to the pasture. All the while praying that this session went a whole lot better then the last. Praise be to Yah, I caught her within 5 minutes this time. Although I will admit to bribing with treats this time. *chuckles* Hey, whatever works, eh?
 Happy that I had caught her a lot quicker. We headed to the front yard to do some lunging to warm up. She was doing good if not a little distracted with my dads horse not being there. Since she was being good and calm I chose to start picking up her hooves. She gave me a little bit of trouble, but nothing too serious and she quickly shaped up. Then came the dreaded saddle, she was not happy about this. Since the last time I tied her up and she tore down my riding ring I haven't tied her to anything. Something else I have to work on. Anyway, so without her tied up we ended up walking in circles while I put the saddle on her. She was very antsy (jumpy) with the saddle being cinched and I was a little worried she was going to start bucking with me next to her, but she didn't Praise Yah. Back to lunging she did really well, a huge improvement to the last session. She crow-hopped once but I snapped the whip behind her loud and she quit. Since she was doing so well I didn't want to just end the session. I then decided to teach her leading manners since she is awful about crowding your space when your walking. For about 20 minutes (with the saddle still on) we walk around and around in the yard until she stopped crowding me. I gave her another bath to finish the session and put her back out to the pasture.
 That was the end of the training session today.

Rose still has a very long way to go, but Yah willing I will have more time to work with her. I just pray he gives me patience as I move on with her training and that I don't get injured, LoL! She really is a good horse and picks up on things very quickly and even though she my regress she still remembers everything once she force her to do them. All in all she will make a cowboy proud someday.
 I will be working with her tomorrow before the farrier gets here. Yah willing it all goes well and she does better then she did the last time he was her.

Hope I didn't put ya'll to sleep. Have a wonderful week. Until next time! 

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Encounter of the Snake Kind

So, I recently read an article about "Python Hunting". I think there was a much longer name for it, but at the moment I just can't quite recall it. Which got me to thinking about my own experiences with snakes. Now, I've never tango'd with...or tangled with a Python, but I have had my fair share of confrontations with non-poisonous and poisonous snakes. Whether it be them falling from the sky, stepping over, shooting at or shooting the things around them, I've had quite a few.  I'm not sure if any of you know, but this year is the year of the snake. Which is also the year I was born in, not that this is of any significance to any of this. I just find it amusing and fun facts to know.

I'll start my first story back when I was 12 years old. As was a my usual routine for the mornings, I would get up and go outside to take care of our animals, (Horses, goats and chickens). Which included going into our shed to grain the animals. It was summer time and quite hot outside even though it was earlier in the morning. Going about my normal business and not expecting anything unusual to happen. I opened our shed door only to have something fall directly in front of my face and drop at my feet. It happened very quickly but I soon realized it was a snake that had somehow managed to get into the crevice at the top of the door jam and upon opening the door, I released it from its comfortable sleeping place. I'm not sure who was more shocked at that moment, but I was glad I didn't let out any embarrassing shrills. So was my first weird experience with the snake kingdom.

When I was 17, I was volunteering for our local library Summer Reading Program. One day they had a special guest that brought a bunch of snakes and different kinds of reptiles and even a Tarantula. After being able to pet/touch some of the snakes, the owner asked those of us who wanted to have our picture taken with one of the Boa Constrictor on our neck. Of course, I volunteered but unfortunately I was the last one to go. Whether because I was really the last or just because soon after the picture was taken, the handler came over and said the snake was getting agitated and should be put up. After removing the snake from around me, in a move that was so fast I almost thought I was seeing things, the snake struck out at the handler and bit him on his hand. Thankfully I was the only one who saw plus the handler quickly shut his hand while blood was already pooling in his palm. So, no screaming kids, I am just glad she wasn't wrapped around my neck when she decided to strike out. Crazy, huh?

My next experience was a few years ago as I was walking out to our horse pasture. I was walking over our dammed creek and somewhat oblivious to my surroundings I didn't think to look near the edge of where I was walking. When I finally noticed 3 cotton mouths (very poisonous) near me. There is still debate between me and my father on what kind of snake they were, but I hold firmly to the fact that they were cotton mouths. Upon seeing them I abruptly turned around and headed back in the house, retrieved my 9mm and went back to the party. I unloaded a clip into the 3 of the snakes. Although, someone had failed to inform me that when a snake was shot, they still move. Let's just say, there wasn't much left of the 3 snakes by the time I was finished. At least I knew they were dead though, right?? LoL

Not long after the last incident. My mother found a huge black snake in the chicken house, stealing our eggs. Which I had actually come across a few times in there. One time when he was hanging above my head and once while he was in a layer box when I went to retrieve the eggs. Finally, tired of Mr. Black Snake stealing our eggs, mom asked if I would dispose of him. I went and retrieved my "handy dandy" once more and preceded back out to the chicken house. Unfortunately while in the process of "disposing" of Mr. Black Snake I also put a hole into the side of our chicken house.  >.>  *clears throat*

A couple years ago my father came across a king snake (non-poisonous) in our yard and decided to bring him inside. Much to my mothers many ways of saying "NO". Fred still made his way into our empty fish aquarium. One time after coming home for a sabbath gathering, I looked into the tank and Fred was no where to be seen. We couldn't find him anywhere in the house so we decided that we would just go to bed and try to find him the following day. The next day I was standing at the tank and noticed something sticking out of the rocks and reached in to pull on it, only to find that Fred had burrowed himself under the rocks. So it wasn't to our surprise a few days later when Fred went "missing" again. Mom had called me into the office to talk about the things that needed to be done that day. I guess I was slightly distracted from hearing what she was saying, before long mom looked over at me and says, "WHAT are you doing?!". I said, pointing to the wall under our shelves, "What is that?!". Right upon saying this, I realized it was apart of Fred's body that was hanging below the shelves. I started laughing uncontrollably and told her I would take Fred outside and release him. Mom was adamant that I wear gloves, grudgingly I put them on and grabbed Fred to put him outside when in the process of carrying him, he bit onto my gloved finger. So, there I stood in turmoil, with Fred's mouth firmly clamped around my finger and I couldn't figure how to best get the snake OFF my finger. Finally I decided to just toss him out in the yard and hope he would release my finger with the force and not come sailing back into my face. Thankfully it worked and Fred was released back to his natural habitat.

Just about a month ago I was checking on my horses out in the pasture. When on the way back to the house, I was walking across our bridge. After so many encounters with the 'other' kind, I have made it a habit of always looking at the ground when I walk. Watching the ground, I came about 3 inches from stepping on a baby Copperhead. Which, for those of you who may not know. It is actually more dangerous to be bit by a baby snake because they cannot control their venom and will release ALL of it into their prey. Therefore MUCH more dangerous to be bitten by a baby snake (poisonous snake of course). Praise Yah, he watched out for me and I was able to avoid any catastrophic acquaintances with baby snake.

I've had many other experiences with snakes, but by far...those are the stories that stand out the most in my memory. Thankfully I am not afraid of snakes like certain other people in my family. Or else there might have been a lot more squealing and shrilling in all those stories. I hope I neither scared nor bored you all with these odd and perhaps amusing stories.
TaTa for now!



Monday, May 13, 2013

Rose's Training Session

So today I took the time to work with my new horse, Rose (Rosebud). I have the farrier (trims horses hooves) coming tomorrow and I haven't had the chance to really work with her since the last time he was here. For those who don't know, last time did NOT go well at all...other then Rose got a rude awakening and a serious attitude adjustment. Which I must say was very much needed.
So today I decided, no matter what, I was going to work with her. She wasn't able to pick up any of her feet when I first bought her. Thanks to her last attitude adjustment last time, she could now pick up her front feet, but not her back.
I didn't put a time limit on myself, just knowing I definitely wanted to be able to at least pick up her back feet without too much hassle. I started out with some serious lunging (making them walk, trot or canter in circle). I will hand it to her, she has some serious spunk and energy piled up inside. It didn't take long till she was sweating, although I was right along with sweating since it was pretty hot out. I kept her lunging for about 45 minutes before I decided she was tired enough to mess with. She still wasn't completely tired but it was better then before, since I was going to be picking up her hind feet putting me in a precarious position.
I used a roped and looped it around her foot and started pulling and making her pick up her feet and hold it without kicking out, the moment she stopped moving her foot I would release (as reward) and allow her to rest it on the ground. It didn't take too long for her to pick it up without kicking out. Trusting that she was over most of the striking out, I stopped using the rope and went to picking up her feet with my hands. She still gave me a lot of grief but at least she was picking them up, better then nothing. I would switch back and forth between both hind legs so she wouldn't favor to one side more then the other. As some of the best trainers will tell you, "Whatever you do on one side, do on the other." It seems like common knowledge but its easily passed over when you're in the moment of dealing with a 1000lbs horse.
So on I went, going back and forth with both feet until she would hold her foot longer each time. By the end of the session I had her resting her legs on my thigh for over a minute without twitching or pulling away. I was very happy by the end and also another well known saying, "Always end on a good note." Horses are well known for their long memories and ending something on a bad note will only leave them with a bad taste in their mother about whatever you were doing before. So whether you are lunging, leading, riding or being thrown off a horses, always make sure you leave them on a happy note, not only for their sake but also for your own. I cannot recount to how many times I have wanted to just walk away or having been thrown off my horse, wanted to just quit for the day. I would always makes sure I got back on and it would always make me feel better, until the next day when all the pain came of course, LOL. Even then though, it's great to make sure everyone is happy.
We worked on a few more things before I let her go back out to pasture, but all in all it was a very promising lesson and training session. She seems to be growing more attached to me it seems, which I feel bad when I have to be stern with her when all she wants is reassurance that I'm not mad at her for something.
So! Yah willing everything we accomplished today I pray sticks tomorrow. Especially when our farrier is here, I hope she is as good with him as she is with me. ^_^
 Hope I didn't bore too many of you with my horse talk, But I figure I do have some horse lovers who follow my blog, so this one is for them. Hope you enjoyed! 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Reality has Escaped

It comes in the night.
Like a thief through the window.
To steal my rights.
My right to speak thus.

I stare in horror.
As it stares me in the eye.
Cold shock gripping.
Ahold of my entire body.

I lack the ambition to move.
The will to speak.
Where has my voice gone.
It starts to sink in.

The ability of motion.
Has escaped my being.
The power to think.
Has fled away from me.

I go on staring.
Blankly at a white.
Mixed with a myriad.
Of fellow colors.

A voice wills me back.
Nudging at the corners.
Of the recently shut off.
Workings of my consciousness.

I remember to breathe.
One deep inhale after another.
I remember to think.
Motion now returned.

I can now see clearly.
What is before me.
As I see the words.
Reality has returned.

Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Not Just a Number

I hear the common saying.
It's just a number, they say.
You know they don't mean it.
I know its more then a number.

It's a precise answer.
To an undying question.
What other explanation.
Can make such perfect sense?

No need to worry, they say.
There's nothing more there.
They seem to think I understand.
Cause they soon brush by.

It's just a number I tell myself.
No need to dwell anymore.
On such trifling matters.
Such as these notions.

 It makes me wonder.
If it's some sort of guide.
To help us lost souls.
On our journey of a lifetime.

This is the answer.
I just know it!
Time doesn't have a grasp.
This is more then just galaxies.

It's just a number, they said.
How I scoff at them now.
I now know it's more then that.
The answer that baffles most.

This is the journey for sure.
This took me through time.
Through galaxies and adventures.
My answer is, 42.



Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

A Decieving Fear

Pain, Loss, Compassion are a few.
Feelings bound up tight.
Knowledge, Understanding, Acceptance.
Things I know are right.

Keep the tides in check.
The ever growing wall of fear.
Hold down the powers on deck.
Tightening its overbearing grasp.

It's there in the distance.
A faint tinkling you hear.
Just noticing its existence.
It's just ask quickly blocked out.

Flooding over your entire being.
All previous awareness snuffed out.
The sense of time is fleeing.
You can no longer hear the shout.

Welling up inside of you.
Tension has wound up every muscle.
Anger, frustration, and fear are a few.
Feelings that are now presiding in you.

The grasp of fear itself works on.
Building up the resistance of hearing.
That the lies love to feed upon.
Believing in the fear now growing.

It winds and weaves through and through.
Until it's now fully apart of you.
Dark, foreboding fear is now the only view.
Of the inner workings now seen.

There it is again.
A faint tinkling is breaking the silence.
Shedding light on this sin.
That's taken root inside.

The sound of shattering glass.
A noise so deafeningly loud.
The sound of truth outlasts.
The shrills of the lies being uprooted.

Relief, joy and truth are a few.
Feelings now rooted inside.
Finally realizing what is true.
Happiness can now reside.




Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©



(Inspiration goes to a lil' bit of Joy aka NaeemYah)  ^_^



Thursday, March 21, 2013

The Blessings of Life

I find as the dust settles.
On that winding back road.
With the rustling of a herd.
Life doesn't get better then this.

I find as the sun wakes the day.
Brimming the vacant horizon.
As color burst through the sky.
Beauty cannot compare to this.

I find as the heat of the day peeks.
Sweat breaking the brow.
Muscles strained from use.
Nothing beats a hard days work.

I find the satisfaction of growing.
Tilling and breaking up the soil.
There ain't nothing can come close.
Reaping in the fruits of your own labor.

I find as the sun sinks in the sky.
As the cool evening covers the heat.
Sitting on a porch drinking tea.
I can appreciate my family a lil' more.

I find the laughter of children.
The talk of the older and wiser.
As you smile at your loved ones.
You lack nothing in life.

I find as I lay down in bed.
Before I can find sleep.
I pray for Yah to grant me another day.
To appreciate the blessing of life.



Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©


Saturday, March 2, 2013

A People Awakening


The plans have been set in motion.
The laws have been passed.
We sit in wonder at such.
Ignorance and Naiveté.

In is brought chaos and destruction.
Believing they've brought peace.
How ignorant are the masses.
Following with blind eyes.

Sitting in their ranks so high up.
Looking down at the people.
People who gather together.
Trusting in a false leadership.

A people who think they are heard.
Among the noise and chaos.
Voices are drowned out.
Never truly being heard.

How do you reach the ears?
Of those who aren't truly listening.
How can you hope to change?
Those who don't want it?

Instead they slowly lift the sides.
Of our ever shrinking box.
Suffocating on thickening lies.
Every movement being constricted.

Panic starts to set in.
Are you beginning to see?
Through the fog which blinds.
A veil is being slowly lifted.

Your ears are no longer restricted.
Your eyes see clearly.
Your thoughts are yours again.
You've been awakened.



Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©

Friday, February 22, 2013

Catacomb Deep

Two times the seas inside.
Yet I can't ask myself why.
These dreams torment my sleep.
Allowing these catacombs deep.

How oft then not I drift.
In and out of this wandering thought.
Searching for something I'll never know.
Leaving behind these catacombs deep.

Onward these hearts march.
Pierced with the understanding.
How waves wash away the past.
Hiding all of the catacombs deep.

These pressures haunt my day.
Never knowing when to look in.
Instead I find myself trapped.
Tossing and turning in these catacombs deep.

Waiting for an inkling of sound.
To wade through the rift.
Hoping for a light to shine.
Reaching the corners of this catacomb deep.

I say, "Alas" to my unbent heart.
Alas! I seek to break upon.
These soaked sea salt rocks.
Make way for my catacomb deep.

Yet here I sit alone in such.
A state of comatose lack.
Staring at this picture on the wall.
Staring inside my catacomb deep.



Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©


Friday, February 1, 2013

Heavens Gift


Heaven knows it better then most.
In it there is no strife.
Earth knows it as its growth.
We all know it as life.

The earth cries out for more.
When heaven stands to hear.
She might send a drop or two.
Or perhaps even a downpour.

The clouds don't know what to do.
Finding the need to let it out.
Then on a better thought.
They like to take up again.

When the heavens agree.
The clouds do leave.
The dry hard ground.
Opens up to soak it in.

With conference with the sun.
Willingness from the ground.
A sprig of life is formed.
Springing from the ground.

The sun grows warm.
The ground grows hard.
Seeking solace from its heat.
Crying out to heaven.

Will heaven listen.
This tiny prayer sent above.
The clouds rumble.
As she take her fill from below.

The heavens are lit.
Grumbling out its acceptance.
As the gray appears.
A drop falls from heaven.

The ground rejoices.
Soaking in the gift.
Sent so from above.
Giving life to all.




Copyright 2013 Lauren Hall ©










Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Path of Life


Well, the day has come my friends. I am now officially a Certified Equine Sports Massage Therapist. I am so excited and ready to start this new path in my life. Although doubts for the daunting path is quite scary at times, I know that with Yah, all things are possible. I have so many things I have to research and take care of before I can officially start my business. It's scary sometimes trying to count the costs before I jump off the bridge of becoming an Independent Contractor. It will be funny to shock people with my age and owning my business when I look 16. 



Among other news, I am now the proud owner of a new horse. She is a 9yo registered paint, sorrel mare. I have big plans for her, I just need nicer weather to attempt this. Right now she is settling in and getting plump on a big round bale in our corral. I bought her a little over 2 weeks ago from a lady about 50 minutes away. She is green broke and needs a ton of ground work before I can really do anything. I have trained several horses before so I know it won't be too hard. I think the hardest part right now is being patient and letting her adjust to her surroundings before I ask her for too much. Gaining her trust is going to be my first and foremost task for now. Just like any friendship, there has to be a foundation of trust from both parties involved. It took me awhile to gain that trust from my horse Bud. I renamed her RoseBud in honor of my QH who passed away this summer. He was the best friend I ever had and it is still hard sometimes coming to grips with that fact that he is gone. I just hope that in building a trust bond with a new horse will allow me to make room for a new best friend. I was never one to understand how people could be angry at Yah when a loved one passed away, and by no means am I angry with Yah...but I do often wonder why my best friend had to be taken. I know the pot has no room to question its maker, I just look forward to hopefully one day seeing Bud again.

Anyway, on to brighter topics. As shocking as it might be to some, I am actually looking forward to spring. Be shocked, but as much as my body may like this weather, I am tired of it restricting me on things I can do. I know the work that comes with warmer weather, but right now I welcome it. It's going to be hard trying to transition from my routine of life into a new one. I'm not quite sure how its going to work this year with working in the morning, working with my mom, keeping up with a garden and house work and yard work...and then adding in a new line of work. Yah willing it will "work itself out"...hehe.

I am still wanting to be able to publish a new poem book this year, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do it as soon as I thought. I do not have nearly enough poems to start another. I should be writing more, but with everything that has been going on, its hard to juggle all my hobbies, LOL. Although I suppose one of those hobbies have now turned into work. I obviously am still painting and writing, but not nearly as much as I used to. Then of course, there is the hardest task of all, keeping up with friends. I know, I know...I don't mean that in a bad way. I have barely seen my best friend in almost a month and I completely only blame one person for that, you know who you are *stern look*. Thank HEAVENS I finally have my bestie back now that HE'S gone!!(*chuckling*)   Ok, ok! ... I am only joking, I am not mad at him, they are both wonderful people and I am extremely happy for them both, when I'm not ignored *winks* Life has a way of changing things when you're least expecting them. Whether that people, things, events, etc., life knows how to  surprise us all.
Well I will quit boring you all and say goodbye for now. I pray you all blessings and good health!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Flower painting, on Canvas!


So I have finally gotten back to one of my hobbies. I decided I would spend my day painting. Which, just so you know, I didn't actually spend ALL day on this painting. It isn't the greatest, but hey!....gotta start somewhere, eh? When you don't have a teacher it kinda takes a lil' more time to learn. Thank heavens I'm finally over my fear of painting on canvas though. 

This is the first draft, I didn't like the leaves. Soooo....

I went ahead and changed them, I don't know if you can tell the difference.


Well, I hope you like it....I am not completely finished, but I'll update when I do. 
Until next time! =)