Maria

My kids are the biggest fans of The Book of Life.

So it’s only fitting that are newest goat member goes by Maria.

This sweet little beauty has joined our mini farm.

Goats are social animals and do best with a friend or two. After Gus was sent to heaven we needed to find Randy someone to spend his days with.

We have sweet friends that also have their own little ranch. So it was easy to add this gem to our mini farm.

She has the sweetest blue eyes. And a gentle demeanor.

Once her nerves dissipate I think she will find that she found a loving little farm to spend her days weed eating.

I am not sold on my ability to be a farm animal owner.

I can’t stand the heartbreak when something goes wrong.

But seeing the joy on the kids faces makes it all worth it.

Welcome home Maria.

Demise of Social Media

I’ve found that I have zero interest in social media.

Deleting apps off my phone has given me a newfound peace. More focus on things I enjoy.

I don’t care to see the latest selfie. The latest look what I’m doing. Or worse shame post.

I noticed I lost interest in social media when it became more about how shitty can I make someone else feel by posting the latest asinine comments. And how many more booty shots can we all see. Just because you display your body on Instagram it doesn’t make you a model.

I have friends on social media I adore. When I do take the time to go on Facebook or Instagram it’s to like people’s posts I genuinely like. To catch up on friends and family.

I think what started as a way to share with friends and family quickly turned into something else.

The demise of social media started with politics. Then shaming. Everyone seems to be a warrior behind their keyboards.

I see it on local groups. Acquaintances posts.

Political differences ravaging friendships and families.

In a world so easily offended social media is like pouring salt on a wound.

I feel like I’ve grown out of posting. What I used to enjoy I’ve started to loathe.

I’d rather have a friend or family member text me photos of their lives. I enjoy blogging there is so much more behind a photo. A story to share. A feeling to discuss.

So I still have my social media accounts. Until I find the time to print my beloved photos I’ve shared. Then I will delete it for good.

But I’ve taken a stance against WCW, MCM, social media has become the latest joke.

I started noticing moms posting some seriously staged photos. No one cooks with their kids in their kitchens while getting the perfect photo. That’s just not reality.

When I bake with my kids. There is usually a massive mess, sometimes arguing, and I’m never dressed in matching clothes with a fake smile on my face while doing it. That’s not reality. Yet millions of people flock to these posts. Trying to replicate this false idea of perfection.

Happiness isn’t created online with random strangers liking posts that aren’t reality.

Life is meant to be lived.

Taking a social media break has really given me a different perspective.

Freed up a lot of time.

Time for me to continue writing my own books. Time to enjoy and sometimes struggle with the demands of life. Just because their isn’t a post it doesn’t mean someone isn’t living their best life. Odds are they are living a better life than those plastered with a fake smile.

I wonder if people started living their lives instead of posting about it. Would society be happier?

If you have been feeling that you’ve outgrown social media maybe it’s time to take a break.

Live your life. Who cares who knows about it.

Danielle

Farm life heartbreak

Today I had to experience first hand death of a farm animal.

What started as an ordinary day quickly went very wrong. One of our Nigerian dwarf goats was suffering from urinary calculi. It was immediate and sudden. He was suffering and in excruciating pain. As the day went on his suffering continued.

My husband works long hours leaving me to make big decisions alone sometimes.

Today was that day.

Anyone who knows me. Knows that I love animals probably too much. My heart can’t take much heartbreak.

But as the day went on sweet Gus began to suffer unbearable pain.

With no vet available and the prognosis so grim I had to mercy kill my sweet Gus.

I’ve never killed an animal.

I’ll be honest I was nervous. I prayed over sweet Gus before. His goat crying was to much for my heart to handle. And so I sent him on his way to heaven.

I like to imagine all animals happy in heaven. Eating all their favorite things.

Frolicking.

Today opened my eyes to the fact that I’m too sensitive for this farm life.

I can’t stand to watch anything suffer. I never want to play God and choose to end a life.

But today I was faced with no better choice.

It was quick and I hope painless.

Has anyone started their homesteading journey to realize they aren’t cut out for certain aspects.

I never would have thought that I’d have to mercy kill one of my sweet beloved animals. I adored that sweet animal and his silly gentle nature. He will be so missed.

15 minute Peach & Yellow Tomato Salsa

I love using things from the garden. I love that we have peach trees in our neighborhood. We also have a few trees in our yard but they aren’t producing much this year. (Hopefully the magic chicken poop will get things growing for next year)

Anyways. I went out this morning to probably 50 ripe tomatoes. I also have about 80 peaches from my neighbors trees he so kindly let us take.

So I decided why not try out some peach salsa.

I’m honestly not the type of cook that measures things out perfectly. I don’t really count either just go by sight but for this in order to share I decided to write as I went.

Peach Tomato Salsa

1 1/2 cups small yellow tomatoes (you could use red, yellow is just what I had ready to pick this morning)

6 peaches peeled.

6 garlic cloves

1/2 yellow onion (mine was really large)

2 drops Young Living Lemon Essential Oil

2 TBSP honey

1-2 leaves lemon balm

I didn’t have any cilantro but I’d imagine that adds a little kick I just can’t stand the taste.

1/2 cup jalapeños (optional)

Directions

First make sure to peel the peaches. I chose to boil them first.

Once the water is boiling add in the peaches for 30 seconds

Then immediately place them in an ice bath.

Then the skins should come right off without a knife.

I still used a knife so somewhere I must have messed up. The skins came of easy but not without a knife to get them started.

Then cut up each item small enough to fit into the food processor.

My food processor is tiny. So I had to do it this way.

I added all items into the bowl once they were finished getting chopped. Added two drops of Young Living Lemon Essential Oil and mixed gently with a wooden spoon.

I had the kids helping so they turned out a tad more puréed than I had planned but that is life of a mama.

Store in an airtight container for up to 5 days.

I hope you enjoy!

Suffocation

Have you ever had a dream where you are suffocating?

Only to wake gasping for air. Realizing you have been holding your breath in your sleep?

That’s how depression and anxiety feel for me.

Like I’m suffocating. Those around me stealing my breath. Until there’s no breath left and I’m left to either scream or claw my way out. Demanding my own breath back.

Depression and anxiety are ugly. But with my depression and anxiety comes a compassion and a need to help others. It’s a slippery slope and one I’m working on boundaries with.

The more I give of myself the less I have left of me.

When you are sliding down the black of hole depression what helps pull you back to the surface?

Is it friendship? A spouse? An addiction?

I have a depression toolbox that I use. No one thing works each time.

For me first accepting that this is how I feel in this moment is where I start.

Then I start grabbing shit from toolbox maybe its a joint, a bible verse, an essential oil. Maybe it’s running in the middle of nowhere. Maybe it’s crying for a solid hour before I get my life back together and move on.

Depression is tricky. And I used to mask it with a prescription medication. But all it did was prolong the suffering.

Now I give it to God. I use my toolkit. I allow myself to feel this way because it’s a valid feeling. Depression and anxiety will suffocate you if you allow them to. It’s a daily struggle.

One that can’t be cured with a tiny little pill. I don’t know that there truly is a cure. I think as time goes on at least for me I have learned to acknowledge my feelings. Allow myself to be depressed over a certain situation. But not for long. Then I move on.

Depression doesn’t define me. It’s just a piece to my life, and small hiccup in my makeup. Life has humbled me, but it’s also broken my heart so many times that it makes sense that I suffer from depression and anxiety.

Do you find that your depression comes and goes? Is it a daily struggle?

Sensory Processing Disorder

I have some obsessive behaviors and so does my husband. Both my kids have obsessive behaviors as well but I’d say EBE’s obsessions are harder for me to understand. Therefore making it harder for me to help him through it.

He was officially diagnosed with sensory processing disorder at age 3. He was delayed in his fine motor skills, and highly sensitive. He goes mute randomly and can’t speak. I suspect anxiety. He picks at his body obsessively. Causing his lips and toes to bleed.

As he’s grown older he’s grown out of most of his fine motor hiccups, but his obsessive behaviors have become much more noticeable the older he gets.

He has a high level of anxiety always. But it’s made worse by any disruption in his routine. And it can take weeks to get back to normal.

A tantrum will turn meltdown easily somedays for him and there’s no reasoning with a meltdown.

And today is already one of those days. I hate these days because I don’t really know how to help him. I incorporate sensory activities and use our therapy swing. But it’s almost like his mind gets stuck on obsessing over different things. Some days are harder than others.

So I wonder and pose the question to those with sensory processing disorder can you explain maybe a side of the obsessions that I’m missing? Maybe offer advice on strategies you use to work through those challenging times.

I try to read whatever I can on SPD, but it’s still hard for me to grasp how exactly it feels.

If I were to create a questionnaire would you be willing to answer some questions I have about SPD and share your personal experience?

I’m just a mom trying to gain more knowledge. And would appreciate it.

Danielle

The Great Balloon Race

This morning we woke the kids unbelievably early to get to The Great Balloon Race in Reno, Nevada.

It was well worth the early morning and drive.

Free to the public.

It was a sensory friendly experience. Despite the music playing and the crowds of people it was so beautiful and to be honest there’s something magical about being surrounded by hot air balloons taking flight.

Staff was kind and generous making sure the kids got their own pins to wear and patches to take home.

The kids were amazed by the hot air balloons taking flight.

Such a fun family tradition.

We will definitely be there next year.