tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55263145216152821972024-02-19T06:42:37.669-08:00saga of an old nurse riding her horse through lifegiddy up ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523688409240864498noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526314521615282197.post-74398635632161932832017-09-25T09:53:00.000-07:002017-09-25T10:03:16.145-07:00let go of me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">let go of me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i lie here unable to move<br />they do not want to talk to me<br />i scream and yell to no avail<br />please please let go of me<br /><br /><br />i come so ill with thoughts and fear<br />faces have changed before my eyes<br />this place is not safe<br />please please let go of me<br /><br />reality blends with dreams<br />what is real what is not<br />it makes no sense at all<br />please please let go of me<br /><br /><br />voices come voices go<br />i am hurt will you not sit with me<br />lay here lay there i cannot move<br />please please let go of me<br /><br /><br />i want to talk the words are hard<br />my thoughts are so confusing<br />want to go i want to leave<br />please please let go of me<br /><br /><br />you do your job i have done<br />you no longer see me as one<br />you laugh i cry<br />please please let go of me<br /><br /><br />no one comes into my room<br />no one sits beside me<br />fear has no boundaries<br />please please let go of me<br /><br /><br />the straps upon my wrist they hurt<br />i will be good do not punish me<br />let me go let me up<br />please please let go of me<br /><br /><br />i am thirsty i am hungry i have to go pee<br />please do not ignore me<br />i struggle to move<br />please please let go of me<br /><br />the needle is sharp into my thigh<br />the medicine is quick<br />sleep comes on i close my eyes<br />please please let go of me<br /><br /><br />oh nurse whisper into my ear<br /> take away my fear<br />tell me i am safe<br />oh nurse please please let go of me<br /><br /><br />please nurse whisper in my ear<br />tell me someday my thoughts will clear<br />so i may be you someday <br />whispering in my patients ear <br />you are safe <br />i am here<br /><br /><br />now you know you must let go of me<br /></span></div>
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giddy up ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523688409240864498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526314521615282197.post-44677328312287301362010-01-26T09:38:00.000-08:002010-01-26T09:47:21.866-08:00WANTED: lonely heifer looking for a herd<ul><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihb7KCl5HXvZMwxqE_yk5qxgcN77Uqpb373KUT5PSoZsv2LL7wcYx_rM1H06eAtEQAmc_VHpGpjAjGw5GjfkQlBwY858DWlEMXFI-BN_rKE8X_eDg1O1FayGGodxHRbbo5GYpbh9c3nUo/s1600-h/Sally-s+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihb7KCl5HXvZMwxqE_yk5qxgcN77Uqpb373KUT5PSoZsv2LL7wcYx_rM1H06eAtEQAmc_VHpGpjAjGw5GjfkQlBwY858DWlEMXFI-BN_rKE8X_eDg1O1FayGGodxHRbbo5GYpbh9c3nUo/s320/Sally-s+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431105016320518114" border="0" /></a><ul><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANhlcN7DLDRFL62Cai9d4LpsKxHGQmoK8uLijsfRNZxmvd4jXAZKYTA-V6BkxlvOaz2RP9V8f1LQjkbR5gFNuTUm4mGd8b2lG648koCm2xyD28TdhKmpwufbCmCIKtaka5C7zzEI3rmo/s1600-h/Gin's+Pics+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANhlcN7DLDRFL62Cai9d4LpsKxHGQmoK8uLijsfRNZxmvd4jXAZKYTA-V6BkxlvOaz2RP9V8f1LQjkbR5gFNuTUm4mGd8b2lG648koCm2xyD28TdhKmpwufbCmCIKtaka5C7zzEI3rmo/s320/Gin's+Pics+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431105004036873202" border="0" /></a></li></ul> </li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6SvtFrf7Hhy3ray9aApHRcMIUoi7D1vlm2kBlcgC_UsN-92cxOHHIreTiKzokphgmP_8jn4HrItdaKNdEkraVj8vkPJIXXEULWPGhqNrDEdj7pGxl7jqmTydWfNhKuzf9IssqFL1vPU/s1600-h/Gin's+Pics+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6SvtFrf7Hhy3ray9aApHRcMIUoi7D1vlm2kBlcgC_UsN-92cxOHHIreTiKzokphgmP_8jn4HrItdaKNdEkraVj8vkPJIXXEULWPGhqNrDEdj7pGxl7jqmTydWfNhKuzf9IssqFL1vPU/s320/Gin's+Pics+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431105005409604018" border="0" /></a>i knew a cow named sally<br />she had remarkable eyes and remarkable brows<br />red and white and brown<br />part brahma part love<br />she knew<br /><br /><br />a cow that sought your soul<br />remarkable ability<br />to seek out the kind<br />discard the harmful<br /><br />she learned to jump for joy<br />to run the field of green<br />she paced the fence looking down the road<br />the herd that was driven by<br />she knew<br /><br /><br />she was a protector<br />gathered around the sheep<br />stood her ground<br />upon the hill<br /><br />she saw her love<br />ran so fast<br />heels up in the air<br />a sliding stop<br />she knew<br /><br />no harm<br />no hurt<br />a big kiss upon you<br />her love<br />so wet and free<br /><br />i ran a add<br />lonely heifer<br />looking for a herd<br />we found a home<br />she knew<br /><br />a baby growing inside her<br />she needed company<br />not the two legged kind<br />only the four would do<br />we said our good byes<br />she knew<br /><br /><br />we miss you Sally<br />we know you are happy…..<br /><br />you taught us your lessons<br />about acceptance and love<br />about pushing out the harmful ones<br />not needing them in our lives<br />she knew<br />now we know<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><ol><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYsPcHZuouXGXj9Fl9zHcpYAOI5lczGs5jQfXF4-Ch-lM08La_YG9twYqG7A5KgwtSpyyWx163Bf1RxjJzu1_uYLWfl1wCCcDOOkAl7Ll7EY8WQkOCqTmoxnZYK2K99bIdWC-zD70K0Q/s1600-h/Gin's+Pics+007+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Put your foot here.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ6xM2hJz6a4mAZs3VJU4k_qUARgZxYrERZxr96hjP2wtqt5DMsNFuVeQkQrdIxt_gkKngf9iKq5TRea7r3XqCvp1X4wpxA1dTGhyphenhyphenT9DI3HQETUdGNnmS_xDargtvjSHrk-BV-yoaJlc/s1600-h/DSC01461.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ6xM2hJz6a4mAZs3VJU4k_qUARgZxYrERZxr96hjP2wtqt5DMsNFuVeQkQrdIxt_gkKngf9iKq5TRea7r3XqCvp1X4wpxA1dTGhyphenhyphenT9DI3HQETUdGNnmS_xDargtvjSHrk-BV-yoaJlc/s320/DSC01461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426401970772103090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">belief<br /><br />we are all born into the world<br />all the same yet different<br />who's to say what's right or wrong<br />who's to say what belief is<br /><br />i believe in mother earth father sky and buddha<br />i believe in everyone<br />who's to say what belief is<br /><br />everyone has a name for theirs<br />yet share it to no one<br /> they keep their thoughts inside their head<br /> who's to say what belief is<br /><br /> step into my world<br /> put your foot here<br /> ride the ride i have ridden<br /> i have been up i have been down<br /> who's to say what belief is<br /><br /> i am you you are me<br /> differences we both see<br /> you've been here i have been there<br /> who's to say what belief is<br /><br /> your not right i am not wrong<br /> we all share common ground<br /> do not point your finger at someone else<br /> nor shake your head at me<br /> <br /> i believe in everyone<br /> who's to say what belief is<br /> i believe in me.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>giddy up ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523688409240864498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526314521615282197.post-20941122030656947932010-01-06T20:48:00.000-08:002010-01-06T20:57:30.724-08:00rest now my teacher<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7eDOckftUc4wqbnK3cmYxi5N_VqOYwWz1U6B4zgjDWLjAvpD4oNA5FtrnbuNJd-F-VtYicTAgrHYXe_uZD_G_dwo-hqZBqis5K24lICcr158-TCCx_JBeNFoL_VHkaZ63GNV6tMWEmk/s1600-h/3260_1086920088286_1084933438_30227054_3240458_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7eDOckftUc4wqbnK3cmYxi5N_VqOYwWz1U6B4zgjDWLjAvpD4oNA5FtrnbuNJd-F-VtYicTAgrHYXe_uZD_G_dwo-hqZBqis5K24lICcr158-TCCx_JBeNFoL_VHkaZ63GNV6tMWEmk/s320/3260_1086920088286_1084933438_30227054_3240458_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423856704576354306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br />put your foot here<br /><br />i step up into the stirrup<br />not knowing what to expect<br />my hands grasp the reins<br />put your foot here<br /><br />he takes a step forward<br />i follow with my hips<br />his ears turn slightly backward<br />he listens for my voice<br /><br />one two three four<br />a walk that takes you there<br />a spring in his step<br />me up in the air<br /><br />we advance as we age<br />together we did learn<br />my trust his trust<br />we shared this bond<br /><br />through the woods we go<br />following the path we know<br />ever twisting always turning<br />our rhythm we did share<br /><br />one two three beat<br />our pace has advanced<br />a lengthening stride<br />as he lifts his back into a trot<br /><br />he is quiet now as he rest<br />a noble gentleman<br />he taught me what there is to know<br />i would do it all over again<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>giddy up ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523688409240864498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526314521615282197.post-56504917052531022662010-01-05T20:26:00.000-08:002010-01-05T20:30:58.549-08:00get over it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLxj4bmKg0rXP3fCwEyFLk1TXLLb-t_HKQkWOShC_vAPOiIJoXFDbycZz_g5l5kxUdBS79Pq_GmGjEn59Hd0LwQO8wiLkmVafUjd2yUdoAIjNl4pwACOCLQDIFscK2WSAiFnKZ65hMRo/s1600-h/Yard+Art+at+Sunset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLxj4bmKg0rXP3fCwEyFLk1TXLLb-t_HKQkWOShC_vAPOiIJoXFDbycZz_g5l5kxUdBS79Pq_GmGjEn59Hd0LwQO8wiLkmVafUjd2yUdoAIjNl4pwACOCLQDIFscK2WSAiFnKZ65hMRo/s400/Yard+Art+at+Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423478620791777010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;">get over it<br /><br />you bring your luggage so neatly packed<br />your place is now where you stand<br />your future awaits you<br />our business at hand<br /><br /><br />past is gone<br />present is now<br />give me your hand<br />i have come to help you<br /><br /><br />put down your judgement<br />your history and old stuff<br />we do not have use for it anymore<br />unpack your bags<br /><br /><br />i offer my knowledge<br />i give you my words<br />they are not meant to harm you<br />my intentions are good<br /><br /><br />your past has scarred you as it has me<br /><br />get over it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>giddy up ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523688409240864498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526314521615282197.post-79928907384565683992010-01-03T22:01:00.000-08:002010-01-03T22:04:54.766-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG6BR1rpfOuKNwaqhO_iFHK_Pf5f70trbYd46lIsjIe71slgvi3875XozDLBckOvJjJcW9e3_Xe9EuFDAaUQCDR3uNrc6EIlGbUWtP01me69TFOnANsW7AtphmAJHMzZwXtjPmKkJWKEY/s1600-h/n1084933438_30091437_6481.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG6BR1rpfOuKNwaqhO_iFHK_Pf5f70trbYd46lIsjIe71slgvi3875XozDLBckOvJjJcW9e3_Xe9EuFDAaUQCDR3uNrc6EIlGbUWtP01me69TFOnANsW7AtphmAJHMzZwXtjPmKkJWKEY/s320/n1084933438_30091437_6481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422761610142678482" border="0" /></a>giddy up ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523688409240864498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526314521615282197.post-55027985512118367702010-01-03T21:37:00.000-08:002010-01-03T21:59:44.294-08:00I always wanted a Horse.....<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"> I learned and yearned to ride at a very young age...I watched westerns...played Bonanza with my friends....put broken hula hoops up on my little red wagon with a torn sheet on top...hooked myself up with a rope to the front with my skates on and rode around the block...me and my covered wagon...played for hours in the front lawn with my little plastic horses and their saddles and bridles with bowlegged riders..I took money out of my fathers till and snuck off to the stables and rode all day on a palomino and grey...bringing home my dirty pants and stuffing them down to the bottom of the hamper so my mother would not know..I rode horses at a ranch..a friend of my dad's..learned that if you ride the ponies real fast they drop their heads down and you fall hard to the ground..I leased my first horse when I was young...always someone else's horse...bought my first horse in littlerock..a young pinto who only knew how to follow a path...my kids were young and I sold him quick to a young gal who also wanted him....no time to ride...then there was Tyler..a dark steel grey arab... he taught me to ride...not to have fear..to relax and just sit and enjoy the feel...of four hoof-beats pounding the earth..in rythmic motion we ride...just this summer I gave him back to Mother Earth...he rest now in the back pasture behind the house...I can still see him in my mind..feel his back lift as he extends his stride..not forgotten..always in my heart...wherever I ride....<br /></span></span>giddy up ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523688409240864498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526314521615282197.post-67695824208772873832010-01-01T21:39:00.000-08:002010-01-01T21:58:20.249-08:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyxqi2zHlgS41GoWX4hnjXxveBSkjApzHEztwuCFdYL7zKRNvHsThzkMJyQGyiLGGGK_8C8mkIIFb6orv5TIQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>giddy up ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523688409240864498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526314521615282197.post-69729231031025713282010-01-01T20:34:00.000-08:002010-01-01T20:49:39.192-08:00first day of new year 2010<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I learned today that listening is better than talking.....I should have learned this long ago......for whatever reason I am late. I can write....if you think you cannot do something you will never try...do not do this to yourself....we are all capable of the same ting as we are born with the same capabilities as others...yes some have obstacles but do not put the obstacles up yourself...<br /> new year resolutions:<br />1: write my story<br />2: spend more time with my horse<br />3: learn to rope<br />4: play my drum<br />5: take a real vacation<br />6: spend b'days with my grandchildren<br />7: spend Christmas at home in Montana<br />8: remember the four agreements<br />9: make new friends<br />10: and final silent my thoughts and listen more......<br /><br /></span></span></span>giddy up ginhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12523688409240864498noreply@blogger.com3