Eating Animals

About a month ago I watched the movie Eating Animals. It was eye opening.

And a graphic depiction of our meat industry, animal treatment, and our environment.

I’ve always eaten meat. There were a few times when I was pregnant that I took a hiatus from meat eating due to my extreme day sickness.  But then I went right back to it. I’ve always been into fitness so eating meat was a staple item in my diet.

Fast forward to a month ago. I was horrified.

Horrified by the farms providing our nation with it’s meat.  It’s been 17 days since I’ve consumed meat and I’ll be honest I’ve never felt better.  I have been testing out milk alternatives, but haven’t been able to find one that tastes palatable.

Appalled by the Ag Gag laws. Shocked by factory farming, facilities where our nation gets the bulk of our meat from are downright cruel to the animals, the environment, and to the consumers. I have a heart for animals and watching the pain they endure it made me absolutely sick. It draws the question why does our nation have so many health concerns? Could it be that eating sick, and stressed animals is a cause for our health issues?

Now I do agree with eating meat from healthy animals that have lived a good life.  The animals raised in factory farming are not healthy.  They are sick, drugged, oh the list is endless.  I’d just say you have to see it to believe it.  I don’t, and can’t believe that all the farmers treat their animals this way.  Eating Animals did document the few good farmers as well.  We need more people like that raising our food.

Part of our homesteading journey was to raise our own meat.  I don’t think it’s going to be an easy experience, but I do think it’s important to raise our kids to choose better for their generation.

My husband plans to do a little hunting this year as well.  I know some people don’t agree with hunting, but I’d argue for a few reasons.

I found myself thinking about the movie for weeks after I watched it.  Sharing it with everyone I knew.

Wondering, how do we fix this?  How do we solve this?

I think a smaller scale resolution would be for us to band together and start raising our own food.  We see problems all throughout the year warning us of the latest recall on food products.  And it isn’t always the meat products we purchase.

I think it’s important that we educate ourselves, and our children to do good and be good in this world.

Just some random Saturday morning thoughts.

If you are interested I’d strongly encourage you to watch the movie.

Danielle

 

 

Adding Mini Cows to our Homestead

While I’ve been away taking a break from life.

I’ve acquired two of the sweetest mini cows.

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Ferdinand & Clarabelle.

They arrived home on November 8th.  I used an Essential Oil concoction with Lavender Essential Oil to make their ride a little less overwhelming.  They were after all both being removed from their Mama’s for the first time.  I will say they were pretty calm and relaxed considering.

To be honest for the months leading up to their arrival there was a phase where I begged and pleaded with my husband to reconsider the arrival of these mini cows.

Fast forward almost a month later and I couldn’t be more in love.  In a few years when they breed we will be able to get our own fresh daily milk.  I am excited at the idea of providing ourselves with a little more sustainability.

After a lot of research we decided on the Mini Belted Galloway  breed known for their hardiness since we happen to live in the arctic some days.  They are feed efficient, and naturally polled.  For the inexperienced that just means in simple terms the bull does not have horns naturally.

I’ll be honest the bull is in fact the sweetest.  He’s like an enormous dog with a hoarse raspy moooooo that loves apples and carrots.

Both greet me each day with such enthusiasm and the sweetest cow faces.

Clarabelle is a little more reserved, but being an introvert myself I don’t fault her one bit.  In time she will come around.

Part of our homesteading journey was to get animals that would give back to us in some way.  Provide us with a service.  For now they eat hay (and not that much I might add) and they help eat the green waste around our homestead.

I love that they aren’t full size.  It makes handling them, feeding them, and space requirements much easier to handle.  Considering I barely know a thing about cow ownership it’s going pretty flawless.  Even with a mild escape a few weeks back.

I would most definitely recommend adding mini cows to your homestead if you are considering it.

There is something so sweet and gentle about a mini cow.

 

Sensory benefits and struggles of gardening

I decided to get some new plants for my yard today. Usually planting gives me a peaceful feeling. The kids love it and I think it teaches them some important pieces to life. Not to mention the sensory input it provides.

Nevada’s high winds and hellish soil can make it quite the experience. My own sensory quirks made it a tad bit annoying today when things weren’t going as perfectly as I’d like.

My youngest loves to plant. Each plant she calls a “bible”. I have started my biblical garden adding plants and herbs found in the Bible. It will take some time but it’s something I love and can’t wait to one day finish.

Hyssop has an earthy mint smell that I just love.

We found some anemone but need to find a partially shady space for it before I add it.

HB calls it the Jesus flower. Referred to as the wild lilies in the Bible.

Love my sensory seeker. She loves getting her hands and feet all up in the dirt.

I love that it’s a family affair. Teaching them about gardening. Sharing the importance of flowers and herbs with them.

My sensory avoider doesn’t do messy. He’s a tad like me.

But even he couldn’t resist getting his toes all in.

Gardening gives kids with sensory challenges such great input.

It provides grounding. (Yes we garden barefoot)

I will say I was a tad bit agitated the wind was driving me insane. My things were blowing away faster than I could plant them. But welcome to Nevada.

I plant mums every year. They were the flowers at my wedding. So I just love them a little extra. And they scream fall.

I found this beautiful hibiscus tree to add to the walkway that will be stunning year round once I can dig through the soil from hell.

Todays planting extravaganza did not go as I had planned. Simple as that. But I do love all the new beauty around us and I’m guessing the kids sensory needs were met so they should sleep soundly with a little copaiba after an afternoon of fresh air and a lot of dirt.

Danielle

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

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?

From Slug to Motivated -A moms simple tips to get moving and motivated for the day

Some days I wake up so tired and have a hard time getting moving.  This isn’t just I didn’t sleep well tired, it’s I’m so life tired that the task of even getting up to brush my teeth seems impossible.

But then the mom guilt kicks in and I get up.  Stumbling my way through the next 3 to 4 hours hoping something I eat or drink will get me moving.

But awhile back I woke up sick of this feeling of constant exhaustion.

So I decided to take note.  And make some changes to the start of my day.  After all the only person that can truly change this is me.  Don’t look to your husband to make you happy or just your kids.  I wonder if you jotted down what makes you happy did you include yourself?  I know it didn’t even cross my mind.

I gave myself 1 minute to write down things that have been stressing me out.

  • money
  • student loans
  • keeping the house clean
  • procrastinating on shit I don’t want to do
  • Needing a new car
  • missing out on my purpose in life even though I don’t know what the hell it is supposed to be.

Then I prayed about each one.  And continued to throughout the day.  It’s a way for me to let go and just let someone else take my worries for a while.

Then I jotted down the things that make me happy

  • the kids, and MJE (as long as we aren’t stressed to the max over bullet number 1)
  • my family
  • the farm of animals we have
  • building wooden things
  • being outside
  • and my girlfriends.  Without them I’d be lonely and I enjoy our daily chatter, MJE wouldn’t care to here about the latest and greatest on the group text chat.  We may only get together once a year or never at all.  Group text-the modern day penpal. But I love having a little circle that gets lifes ups and downs with you.

Anyways, I prayed over all these things that make me happy in my life.

Then I made myself move.  But I started with a quick little jot of things that need to be done and things I would like to accomplish for the day.

Then I mixed up the following potion in the diffuser:

5 drops Peppermint

5 drops tangerine

3 drops valor

3 drops frankincense

I take a powergize supplement twice a day from Young Living.  SO far I’m really liking it.  One odd thing I feel like I get from it is a heat to my body but it gets me moving so no complaints.

Then I spend 30 minutes to an hour cleaning and tidying.  (I give myself a little room to cut it short or prolong the cleaning because I have some OCD tendencies)

In my schedule I include an entire hour and a half to do what I want in the afternoon after school.  The kids are to the age now where I can stick them in front of tv or give them some books so that I can have an hour and a half to recharge.  (It won’t kill them to be in their rooms quietly for an hour and a half something I have to keep reminding myself of)

I include yoga on my schedule..  Daily.  Our bedroom has become my yoga sanctuary.

I started small on the first day from slug to motivated.  And with each passing day I’ve felt more relaxed, more motivated.  It’s not an overnight cure, but a daily challenge.  Not to mention my house is much cleaner with my designated cleaning in the mornings.  Less clutter, more cleanliness instantly helps ease my anxiety.

I think challenging ourselves daily is really the only way we can grow.

I think moms get lost sometimes.  I think we lose ourselves in pleasing our families catering to demands from all different angles.

I know I’ve forgotten about myself lately.

My list will be different from yours of course, but if you are feeling sluggish, hard to get motivated maybe you will find comfort in not being alone.  Maybe a few things I try daily will help you combat the morning slug!

Thanks for reading!