Voices Around the Table, Memories of Childhoods Past

A Childhood of Winter and Grown Ups Around the Table

Winter was relatively a quiet time in our sea side town of ole Del Mar, the faire and the races long gone, my Dad would have usually put the finishing touches on yet another wonderful home he had custom built for a family to move in to for the holidays, so he would be home more, maybe doing projects in the garage, we would have music playing or my Mom would be playing the piano with lots of Christmas songs, cookies baking, not the snow the Currier and Ives kind of Christmas but wonderful in its own way.

At the appointed time we would jump in his truck and go up to the Del Mar market basement and pick out our Christmas tree which would be promptly decorated and proudly displayed with lights a blaze in the front picture window for all driving on our street to enjoy.

At our house we had two fire places, one in the knotty pine paneled “breeze way” crafted from river rock my dad selected on his way home, in Sorrento Valley over many months and built himself, on the opposite wall were two huge picture windows looking out over the pacific ocean.  The other fireplace was in the living room and was white rock from floor to ceiling, with windows on either side facing west towards the Pacific and a huge picture window looking north up the coast of California to the right with the kitchen to the left with windows on all sides, and my mom’s piano on the east wall.  During this time of year both fireplaces would be glowing with logs to warm us with welcoming heat embracing us instead of the dampness of living on the ocean.

But mostly, I remember “the voices”, I remember the happy chatter, & the laughter, the sometimes serious undertones. On a given winter evening there might have been a dozen or more of us clustered around my Aunt Ena’s dining room table or in her kitchen, perhaps with a kid or two perched on the counter tops or my Granny’s treadle sewing machine cabinet, the table still ladened with plates of goodies to pick at as everyone relaxed; Grandparents, great aunts and uncles, aunts and uncles, cousins, talking, laughing, and discussing daily news or politics, sometime heatedly.

Gathering together like this, partaking in the conversation as a kid was a big deal because it meant people who really loved you would listen to you, you had everyone’s ear and attention, you could share your story of the day or just share a joke, asking innocent or embaressing questions that might challenge the narrative like was there really a Santa Claus or Easter Bunny, or maybe the elders would share pearls of wisdom like “don’t wish your life away” when we all wanted to grow up and have our driver’s licenses for more freedom.

Typically though, after a Thanksgiving or Christmas meal was the adult after-dinner talk, which tended to be more serious, the tone would change, the volume of the voices sometimes too, so this was usually the grown-ups only zone, as us kids played with toys, went outside, or if we had enough daylight all us kids would mostly scatter to walk on the beach or sit in front of the TV, leaving the adults to talk among themselves in mostly pleasant, low rumble tones, sometimes punctuated by gales of laughter.

I was the kind of kid, as was my cousin Tim,  who was drawn to the delicious drone of voices like a bee is drawn to the most colorful flower hoping for the sweetest nectar. So we two were usually lurking around the edges of that big conversation table, or on the edges just outside of that room; when I was much younger I would be burrowed into someone’s lap, typically my Uncle Joe’s. In the same way I can hum certain songs from my youth without recalling only some of the lyrics of a favorite tune, I could not really tell you what the adults at that table spoke about, at those times it really didn’t matter, it just mattered that the voices I loved so much, and who loved me, were swirling around me like a protective cloud. It meant that the grownups were on the scene, and I was safe no matter what in their embrace, in their essence, in their collective energy.

Now that I’m one of those grownup voices at our now small family gatherings, I think I have a better sense about what it might have been like for the adults at the table gathered, two generations always having been together raising yet another generation, and then a fourth generation.  There would be simmering disagreements which seemed to go from gathering to gathering (mostly political), stories shared, ideas debated; gossip about other folks or maybe neighbors not present; infectious, uncontrollable gales of laughter triggered by memories of ancient, shared family history. going back for three generations, maybe to England, another time or place, or when they all lived in the outskirts of Detroit, stories of how my parents met, or of World War II (my Dad a Marine my Uncle Joe was Navy) and the loss of my Auntie May’s love of her life Uncle Duffy.

At this time of year I so miss sitting around that grownups’ table, hearing the old worn out family stories told warmly and mostly with laughter, reminiscing about childhoods past in a simpler safer time and those who are gone knowing their stories and the roles they played in the family history, because it had a way of revealing the identities within our family group, the integrity and the love that has been passed down to us to share with our future generations.

I wish that my house today would be filled with the gatherings of those voices once again, the warm, the loving, the funny, the political. I am sometimes transported back in time when I close my eyes and remember those tables held in those familiar places, with familiar smells of the season.  I’m grateful for the sense of fellowship they’ve given me over the years, the smiles as I think of all of them and those growing up years  on 6th Street and my Aunt Ena’s table on 8th.

But for the grownups at the table, these conversation were never meant to be the comforting background noise that might lull a child to sleep, as there were times of contentiousness of the conversations, especially during the Cold War, the threat of Nuclear War when we as kids had emergency drills diving under our desks and covering our heads, looking out over the Pacific Ocean for any evidence of “the” mushroom cloud or the growing years of Viet Nam war when the draft was calling the younger generation to war including my cousin Michael and my former husband their places around the table empty for a time;  the sharing of these thoughts and feelings would connect us all more deeply to our fellow humans, to help us grow and think on our own in the years to come when the elders would no longer be around those tables, in physical form, to share their wise counsel with us.

May you all have wonderful memories of the adults around the table, and make more for your generations to come.

Christmas Pledge 2016

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Even though this excerpt was first published in 1911, it’s words are still relevant today in 2016:

“Do’s and Don’ts for Christmas” Pledge

Do, if you can keep it, sign this pledge. It was circulated by some enthusiastic young reformer and called “Yours for a courageous, sincere, and Christly Christmas” –

I will give no gift which I cannot afford.

I will give no gift which has not love behind it.

I will give some gifts which shall not be exchange gifts at all but genuine generosity to someone to whom it will mean very much.

Don’t do up a parcel in such poor wrapping paper or in such a flimsy manner that the wrapper may easily be torn and separated from the contents.

Don’t fail to put your name and address, preceded by the word “from”, on the upper left-hand corner of every piece of mail.

Don’t forget to mail parcels early.

Don’t say that you expect nothing. You know that would not be so.

Don’t sigh for a baby grand piano if a barrel of flour would do you more good.

Don’t forget, if you are going to play Santa Claus, that cotton is not as innocent as it looks.

Don’t go around complaining that the true spirit of Christmas has departed. That is not the way to bring it back.

Don’t forget you were a child once yourself.

Don’t give simply for the purpose of showing that you can afford to do so.

Don’t value the gift by the amount of its cost.

Don’t put aside until tomorrow the good cheer you may spread today.

I Lost My Son Today… 8/18/15


Brent Richard Thornton 3/22/71 ~ 8/18/15

The call came as I was leaving going down the driveway for work, the call that no parent should have to receive…. the call that your son, who is 44 has died, he died at home, a cardiac event they say, even though a complete physical was done in May and all was well,  but an autopsy will tell the story in the light of day tomorrow, a toxicology report will follow, and we wait.  We continue to wait, was it doctor error, a drug inappropriately administered or prescribed, could it have been in his DNA from father to son…. and the questions go on.

All I want to do is to have him back as a little boy, to scoop him up on my lap and to read him his favorite story “Fuzzy Wuzzy’s Rainbow” and make it all better, but there is no making this all better – there is only moving forward in grief and in disbelief that the little boy who had grown in to a man, a father,  with a good career is no long here.

I see him is his Oshkosh overalls, I see him in his Lederhausen with his chubby legs, he is everywhere, yet he is now nowhere on the planet….not in his physical form, he is light, he energy and I feel him, sense him everywhere, a kiss on the cheek, I feel his arm around my shoulder, and I know he is with my parents and his grandparents who loved him so on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge….

Calls, emails, texts, FB PM’s from all his friend from childhood, from friends that play Over the Line with him, from people who loved him his whole life – calls go out trying to find his best friend’s # from childhood before he sees it on FB, calls to OMBAC members and his friend Jeff, calls calls and more calls, calls to my grandkid’s to support them through this untimely loss of their dad…calls to his fiance, his X wife, and feeling helpless, useless, I as his mom cannot fix this, I can’t put a band aide on this and make it better, no Bactine will cure this….

Memories have a way of arriving during the day as I think about him, his life, his kids, his childhood, his dreams, his adventures….tears flow at the oddest of times, and he is here, he is everywhere I am, he is part of me, he will always be part of my heart….






Remembering Destinee Rose

ScannedImage_161926She was but a wonderful dream for a few years, until I found the right stallion for her Mom, a Khemosabi son / Varian bred handsome man by the name of Mexico V.  It was just weeks before 9/11 her Mom was bred, and we could see in the sonagram a fat and fertile egg that would grow to be our beautiful Destinee Rose —

ScannedImage_162444The excitement as the day neared where she would make her presence on the planet was to be Khemosabi’s birthday May the 10th, it also happened to be the year he died,  I always felt he would be her guardian angel along the way somehow.

The preparations for a safe delivery, the utmost of care for her mom for those 11 + months.  Finding the perfect place for her to be birthed.  Watching all the videos on birthing a foal and what could go wrong and how to help in case the vet was not there.  Talking to Echo’s belly everyday, playing soft beautiful music, as I cleaned the pens each day, and just waiting for my hopes wishes and dreams to arrive.

She arrived early, on her own schedule, on May 2, 2002, a difficult birth, God made sure I was there to intervene to save them both as night was turning softly in to day.  I held her in my lap, while Echo licked her and softly cooed to her welcoming her,I marveled at the fact we had a red head not the Bey I had expected, with lots of Khemo chrome and flaxen mane and tail.

She was up and about within the half hour as I helped her take those first steps, nursing within the hour, and doing all the things a newly born foal should do, and I did all the imprintng too.  The vet came, took blood to make sure she had the right levels, checked her over, a tetanus shot was given, and life began with Destinee Rose.

ScannedImage_162808Over the months of her first year, she was so easy to train, so cooperative, but with an opinion of things as any good Arabian would know, trailer loading, leading a snap, saddling the first time no problem at age 2, so at the age of 4 we began her riding time, but something was wrong, she would tie up, she would be “off” and no one could figure what was wrong, this went on for months, until she went down in a July, and she would not get up for several days in the summer of her fourth year.

Under a full moon sky as I laid in the shavings with her, when she was so sick, I promised if she wanted me to help her cross I would do that, because I loved her enough to let her go, but if she wanted to stay she had to show me, and the next morning she was up and whinnying to me, so the journey began.

Many tests, many sleepless nights, and it was found she had contracted EPM.  The local vets had no clue as to what to do, Dr Wessner treated her with homeopathy, she began to improve, she was up, she got better by the day then she got laminitis; it became chronic, on again off again; she was IR, she was metabolic they all said, soaked hay, special expensive supplements designed around hair tests, nothing seemed to help, yet she cooperated with it all; there was also some nerve issues from the effects of the EPM; then we would have times where she was great, many months of it, hand walking & turnouts but could not be ridden, and I kept searching, kept trying, became an expert on hoof boots, and trimming, nutrition and we kept going.  I would never give up on her if she was not ready to give up.

She was beautiful beyond belief, she allowed me to do so many things to her to try to help her that no other horse would have ever allowed or would have just given up.  She even laid down for her bare foot trims to make it easier on her and us.  She was one tough little horse.

ScannedImage_162353Finally in her 10th year I knew I had to find our own place where she could have peace, away from judgmental questioning people and eyes, where she could heal more and have a lot of room to move and be who she was, no matter how she was for as long as she wanted to be here.  I found a wonderful place where she could have a stall for the bad weather, piled with fresh shavings, a turn out facing the east and incredible sunrise’s of the high desert, room to move, and have all her horse family around her.

We moved the end of October 2012, Margit Deerman brought her three horse slant load and Destinee to all our amazement was the first one to jump on the trailer, she could not wait to see where we would live.  It was a couple hour journey and a bit hard on her as she had had a fall cortisol release in September and a bout of laminitis followed, but with her Soft Riders we did it!  She was home!  She looked around, walked to her stall and laid down, and peacefully slept for a couple of hours, she was home.

She could go out in her turn out at night with a clear view of all the stars in the heaven and  she told Aunt Lydia one time how she loved to look at the stars at night and travel to them in her mind, wondering what it would be like to run through them set free from a body that no longer served her.  Lydia had never had a horse tell her that before!

For almost two years she had peace, the beauty of the high desert, clean water, clean air, good hay; we had seasons, warm blankets, the stars and milky way, horse heaven on earth.

Because Cheyanne was such a bully, and I wanted Destinee to never feel alone I found a little friend for her, she was a mini colored the same as Destinee Rose, from a rescue operation whose numbers counted 85, out of Iowa with 19 other little friends coming to California from that group (one other from that group in foal at that time would come be Annie’s friend), we named her Annie Rose.  Destinee was taking a nap when we arrived with Annie and this is their first photo together.  It was friends at first sight!

friends2Annie and Destinee were a herd of two for exactly a year and spent their days together, going in and out of the stall to the turn out, sharing their hay pillows, then they would go out to the big pasture where they could spend time at the fence with Echo and Cheyanne safely, then return to the barn for dinner.

a & dLife is and can be excruciatingly fragile, we want to protect and nuture – Yet there is no way to bubble or shrink wrap a horse or keep them in a thickly padded stall,  nor can we always keep the horses we love safe;  keeping them as though a treasured gift to truly grasp tightly to forever. We cannot dig in hard enough, pull back on the reins well or long enough, have whoah enough – to keep those we love so much here with us forever – when it is their time to leave no matter too soon, it is their journey not ours.

We do not get to choose how long we keep them, but we do get to choose how we treat them.  For when it is time they will break free to run in the heavenly herd, sometime needing our help to set them free, & we do it for love.  Running free, no longer touched with the hand, a glove, the eye, a brush, they will soar and they will gallop into places we cannot see, nor visit because there are no visiting hours in heaven; nor can we call after them, until we too break free of our earthly constraints, where we have no track of time to catch up to the familiar form and ride those we have looked after and loved in a world without form, to love again forever free, riding through the stars, close up, that is the divine finish for those of us who have loved a special horse.

ScannedImage_162856As the summer solstice of 2014 was dawning it was becoming more clear to me that the Rainbow bridge was  beginning to call to my beautiful Destinee Rose, I could see that the times she was up were becoming less, and the times she wanted to lay down in her stall or out in the sun more frequent and longer, one day she took one last walk around the big pen with Annie Rose, and that was her last. Herbal Horseprin was being replaced by Bute, so I knew that the level of comfort was changing along with the quality of her life.  There were times Destinee was cranky with Annie.

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Annie was always by her side, no matter what, watching over her as she slept in the sun, standing eating with her.  I spent more and more time with her, and talked about our days, how much I loved her, hugged her neck often, shared about the places we lived, her life’s story, and  in mid-July phoned Aunt Lydia, but in my heart I knew the answer already, I had to hear it, I wanted confirmation, to find out what Destinee was feeling and thinking, what she was wanting, and she said that she didn’t know how much longer she could really be here, it was becoming too hard.

While she still had dignity, her beauty and she could take the last walk, the date was set, I loved her enough to set her free, from a body that no longer served her, so she could run in the stars she so loved, healthy and whole again;  we had our final day together, carrots, alfalfa, root beer (her favorite from a can) and stories, brushing her mane and marveling at her beauty, sharing them with Annie too.  I could feel and sense my Dad, who had come and was there to help her cross, so she would not be alone in her journey, he would take her lead rope to guide her on the other side, there were horses from my past also there that only she could see and she was calling to them up the drive way towards the house as we helped her to cross that bridge… on July 25th 2014 at 10:30 am.

I birthed her and held her when she took her first breath and I had the honor of being there for her as she took her last, with every moment shared in between, she was never alone, I spent every moment of her life with her, loving every moment I had with her, and then setting her free on her journey in time over that rainbow bridge.

the bridgeSo, in the blur of tears and heartache that few can understand, because not many birth them and have them till the end, as I write this story of Destinee Rose, my thoughts fall to the following poem and feel it’s fitting in the day God called her home:

God looked at the little angel standing by His side,
and smiled as He whispered you need a horse to ride

So, He looked the whole world over
for one He trusted dear
but to our utmost sorrow
the one He chose was here
Where God took this precious horse
there are pastures free to roam
and on the wings of angels
He took our little mare home
Now on her back sits proudly
a little angel strong and true
as they race the winds of heaven
watching over all of you.

(author unknown)

winged horseAll life begins and finishes….

It is what is in between that matters, so I continue to rejoice in the beautiful heart felt moments that we shared for 12 years …. she taught me much, she pushed the envelope of my knowledge in helping horses to heal, on issues with EPM, of hoof health, of bare foot trimmers, of nutrition, homeopathy, and herbal blends.  It was because of Destinee Rose that I have a web site which reaches out to help so many others with their horses, in so many ways and on so many levels, it is the least I can do in her memory to honor who she was and all that she taught me!





Memorial Day…. a time to remember


As people around the country gather to place flags on graves, attend memorial services for all the fallen heroes for wars that go back more than a century, as Rolling Thunder rolls in to DC, I sit here and ponder how life has sped by, that nothing is the same as it was, nor will be.

In our family when Memorial Day came around we had men, including my grandfather, father, uncle, cousin and my husband who had gone to war to protect us and our freedoms, it was different then.   From WWI, WWII through Viet Nam they stood for our freedom and all came home, now I have a grandson who is in the Marines stationed in Hawaii. The elders are all gone now, but the younger generation lives on ready to be there if they were to be summoned.

As a kid, or teenager, Memorial Day was the unofficial kick off of summer, it was the impatient waiting for the magical second week in June when school let out so that we were free to be, free to go to the beach, go horse back riding, hiking, surfing, swimming and all the things kids did/do.  The Del Mar Fair started right after with all the rides and farm animals; then we had the Del Mar Race Track right after that and summer was a blur of so many choices and things to do!  Fireworks the 4th of July and Independence Day, bar-b-ques, family getting together and knowing the value of lazy days in the summer time!



Probiotics… what you don’t know and what sets ours apart….


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There are so many companies who say “now with added probiotics” as a marketing tool or gimmick, just so you will buy their product, thinking you are saving money by not having to purchase a high potency probiotic supplement.  Many of them are the “big companies” like Purina and Nutrena et al, however you will not find a guarantee of the cfu’s or even the names of those probiotics for the most part, and when you call to ask … well they “him and hah” dance around it hoping you don’t know the questions to ask and there really isn’t enough added to make a difference just enough to say they “add them” to trick the unsuspecting consumer in to buying their concentrated chemical ladened feed!

For a probiotic/prebiotic supplement to do its job for a horses digestive tract it has to contain  20 billion to 40 billion CFU of multiple strains of bacteria (pre and pro biotics) to be effective at all in order to do its job!

I have written many articles for Natural Horse, Equine Wellness and Holistic Horse, as well as Horses Hoof to name a few, about Equine Probiotics over the years because it is a subject that now days has become popular because of Dannon’s Activia for people and now so many other products being marketed to and for people from the other major companies including Bayer!

Most of our immune health for not only ourselves but our horses, dogs and cats is found in a healthy digestive tract.  The horses digestive tract  is 100 feet long from the the mouth to the stomach to the rectum and everything in between!  If you go to our website, www.earthsongranch.com and click the “Articles Link” you can read more about probiotics there too!

Earth Song Ranch has been a formulator and manufacturer of probiotic blends for horses, cats and dogs for going on 15 years now, so we are not new to this market like so many others and we do know what works, we are here for the long run not just a marketing gimmick for the short term!  I am also an equine nutritionist, I own horses and I do walk my talk!

Although many people in the horse world use the term “pro-biotic” or say they feed them to their horse(s), they may not realize the major role these live beneficial organisms play in their horse’s health or that multiple strains are needed not just one strain. Pro-biotics boost our horse’s immune health, prevent some forms of colic, and may help our horses steer clear of equine ulcers. In fact, in her book, Equine Supplements and Nutraceuticals, Dr.. Eleanor Kellon, DVM, states “Pro-biotics improve digestion, protect against dangerous bacteria such as salmonella, and reduce gas accumulation.”  Dr.Juliette Getty is also a proponent of supplementing horses with probiotics and believes that 20 billion CFU or above is what is needed, fed at the rate of 20 to 40 billion per serviing they will promote health and intestinal well being in your horses and she also writes about them in her book “Feed Your Horse Like a Horse”.

These mighty microbes are definitely worth a closer look so jump on-board while we take a trip into the world of bugs — beneficial microorganisms, that is.

When a horse starts grinding food with his teeth, his mouth releases enzymes, and thus begins that mouthful’s approximately 100-foot journey through the digestive tract. The food mixes with digestive juices as it enters the stomach where digestive enzymes and billions of microbials begin their work. Although a horse’s stomach is relatively small compared to its size, it is tasked with initiating the breakdown of nutrients using digestive enzymes and stomach acids; very little absorption takes place there.

Instead, soluble carbohydrates, along with minerals, fats and proteins, are absorbed in the small intestine. Insoluble carbohydrates that are not so easily digested, as well as any undigested soluble carbohydrates, then pass to the cecum, the “fermentative vat”, before moving into the large intestine. A variety of live microbials in the cecum break down the remaining nutrients into a viable usable form — absorbable volatile fatty acids which the horse uses for energy and nutrients.

Without a strong army of beneficial intestinal bacteria, the food moving through the digestive tract is not “fermented” properly, and some remains undigested. When it hits the gastro-intestinal tract, this undigested food may lead to colic, bloat, or laminitis and increase the possibility of developing food-related allergic conditions.

Probiotic means “for life” (Greek). Probiotics are live microorganisms, usually bacteria, and are similar to the beneficial microorganisms found naturally in the body, especially the digestive tract. Also known as “friendly bacteria” or “good bacteria”, probiotics are either already present in foods or can be added to them. When introduced into the body, they work together with the natural bacteria to help the digestive and immune systems function properly.

Prebiotics (“pre-life”) are basically “food for life” for intestinal bacteria, and probiotics to promote their growth and activity. Prebiotics cannot be digested directly by the body, but are consumed by the beneficial bacteria in order to help them function properly.

Yeast (meaning “boil, bubble, foam”) are fungi. Fungi can be very beneficial organisms, not just decomposers and pathogens. There are many species. Yeast have been used throughout history for fermentation (conversion of sugar to carbon dioxide and alcohol) and baking. Adding yeast or yeast culture may assist your horse in breaking down the fiber in his diet.  Some species of fungi also provide valuable digestive enzymes including Amalase, Cellulase, Protease, and Hemiculase.

A Few of the Most Common Strains of Beneficial Bacteria

The various strains of lactic acid bacteria (one being Lactobacillus acidophilus) found in many forms are the most common type of probiotics used as feed additives, not only for horses but interestingly enough also for dogs and cats.

 Some of the common strains of beneficial bacteria and what purpose they serve in the animal’s (mammal’s) digestive system are:

 • Lactobacillus strains: Produces lactic acid that keeps “bad bacteria” in check. Continued colonization by this bacteria helps to inhibit the growth of pathogens by competing for nutrients and promoting healthy pH levels. Produces specific substances that have been observed to inhibit the growth of some pathogenic microorganisms including Escherichia coli, Staphylococcus aureus, and Salmonella species.

Bacillus strains: Counteracts deadly bacteria that can cause diarrhea, they also help to ensure that the nutrients as well as vitamins and other supplements are getting in to your animals cells for better absorption, and guards the entire intestinal tract.

Enterococcus strains: help to keep bad bacteria in check and can help to prevent diarrhea, irritable bowel syndrome, and may help to prevent colic in some situations.

Bifidobacterium strains: helps promote a healthy balance of flora in your animal’s intestine. What’s more, this organism is especially helpful for enhancing immune response and keeping things moving through the intestinal tract. (Note: “Bifidus regularis”, is a name which was created by Dannon, for marketing purposes, it is also known as Bifidobacterium animalisDN-1 73 010. This strain of probiotics is used exclusively in Dannon’s popular Activa products, which Dannon “claims” promote regularity in humans.

 Numbers Count

 The strength of probiotics is measured in Colony Forming Units (CFUs). A CFU is a measure of viable (live) bacteria or fungi, with CFU/mL (per milliliter) for liquids, and CFU/g (per gram) for solids.

So when selecting a probiotic or yeast-based feed additive, to either reintroduce good microorganisms after a round of antibiotics, or just replenish beneficial gut microorganisms, read the labels, compare products, and find one that has the highest guaranteed CFU count of multiple strains of beneficial bacteria and yeast. CFU’s in the billions are required for the success of an oral product for horses.

The reason I am writing about this today is that we will have Equine Zyme back in the market place this coming week (1.15.14)— with 20 billion live naturally occurring microorganisms and 50 billion live yeast cells  per 2 -1 ounce scoops, along with the Mannaoligosaccharides, a prebiotic package and we have added more digestive enzymes for a total of 5 grams per two scoops which no one else does in the market place to help your horse digest and absorb more of what you feed them!

The new blend is a rich dark yeast with yeast cultures and fermentation products that provide the various probiotics including Lactobacillus strains, the Bacillus subtilis strains, Sacchromyces cerevasis yeast, all naturally.



New Year

5 week old TeganToday is the first day of the new year of 2014 – we all have a blank canvas to do with as we wish, we can grow, we can change, we can come or go, get a new job, a new relationship, but…. we are who we are in each moment of each day adding to the world that we live in.

My world is my passion, Earth Song Ranch, and helping others with their animals, looking at nutrition, homeopathy, supplements, and so much more.  I have always been passionate about natural health, and also passionate about animals, my own included that these days numbers quite a few.  Our herd is growing as it appears the mini we rescued this past summer is in foal, maybe due this new month of the new year, and our puppy is also coming home on January 10th!  Our puppy is a Border Aussie and his name is Tegan – I will be posting the adventures of Tegan once he is home on the ranch.

Will also be posting about the new foal on the way as well.

May you all have a wonderful and blessed New Year of 2014!

Merry Christmas

Sending good thoughts across the miles and best wishes for a very Merry Christmas no matter how you celebrate it or not!

Christmas in California is always interesting – today it is in the 70’s warm and breezy in the high desert, not a hint of snow or rain in the air!

Richest Blessings Everyone!

Being Thankful for What Is….2015

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The months of November and December are hard for so many people, myself included, as I miss the family members who are absent, the traditions, the family stories, and the lost opportunity to make new ones with those in heaven. Sometimes we can look back and we wished that people (family members) would have gotten along much better, connected more deeply, and understood as well as accepted one another for their uniqueness not be critical or judgmental. The list of discontents varies from family to family and year to year, some holding year long grudges, but the theme is the same: it didn’t turn out exactly as I had hoped, planned, wished or dreamed, or someone said something they didn’t like or acted in a manner that made them mad.

This past month I’ve been thinking about letting go of my expectations so that I can just be in the space of an open and accepting heart for whatever happens. I anticipate that it may be a little hard to pull off, I know I’m not alone as especially Christmas can be “super charged”.

For many people the holidays are a time of a heightened need for “things” to be a particular way (cookies perfect, tree the perfect one, the perfect decorations, the perfect lights and finding the perfect gift et al), for heightened anxiety, for heightened expectations as well. Certainly there’s nothing wrong with wanting a lovely holiday, but is a picture perfect one all that real? Having  high expectations can hold us hostage in its grip, then we are crest fallen when it doesn’t actually turn out the way we had hoped, wished or dreamed or someone makes an unkind comment.

What we sometimes want to have so badly blinds us to what is actually in front of us, which could be something even more wonderful than we had hoped but in a different way then we had planned.  If we can distance ourselves from hanging on to “that perfect holiday”, it will make it far easier to connect to things as they are.

It is only in approaching a “thing” such as a particular holiday meal, a person or an individual human being, a family member, a sibling, or other — with love and attention, not judgment or holding an old grudge that we can fully appreciate “it” (person,event, place or thing) for all its faults and strengths,its funky uniqueness and heal the pain or the wound we may be holding for the expectations we carry, and move in to the acceptance of what is.

Paying attention with love and kindness opens us to the wholeness around us. From there it is a short leap to gratitude. That which we see deeply enough can virtually always be counted as a blessing.

Having lost my son this year, this past summer, makes all the memories of years past so much more precious, mean so much more, the time we had, and brings to light that we never know who we will lose in what year… so hug your loved ones close, tell them you love them….

May we all focus on the kindness and generosity that is shared between us all and give thanks for the day we have been given, whether or not it is the one we had imagined, hoped for or expected.  Be in gratitude for family, friends, a job, having food on the table, a plate of home made cookies to gift to someone, and a hug for someone who may be alone or feeling down for the holidays for any reason!

Blessings to all of you.

Jessica and the Earth Song Ranch Gang!

Giving Thanks this Thanksgiving…

As we all begin to prepare for Thanksgiving I can’t help but reflect back to the days when life seemed more simple, less hectic and warmer in many ways…no computers, no video games or cell phones either for that matter

It seems to me from all I am hearing from friends, people I meet, customers, the feed store and other small businesses, we all seem to be going through economic challenges, some more than others, but… if we can find one simple thing to be grateful for it starts to set the tone and we recognize just how much we do have to be in gratitude about!

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For the month of November on my Earth Song Ranch FB page I have been posting a daily gratitude with art, and there are a number of people following, and it has helped other to see too how much they truly have1

From things we take for granted like being able to see the sunset, smelling a rose, feeling a warm embrace, or a puppy’s fur.  For family, friends, kids, a job, our horses, cats& dogs, our life and all about it!

What are you grateful for in the moment?