My Driving Force - The Soul Search
The pond seems smaller than I remember. I stood on its bank, gazing into its depths, seeing my reflection looking back at me, as reflections do, and I felt a sense of anxiety come over me.
I once stood in that very spot, a feisty, wide-eyed child, without a care in the world–as childhood should be. My days were filled with love and adventure. Love from my parents, love from my grandmother–Lois, who lived with us all my years–until her passing, love from my animals, love from within–for my world around me, that shaped my soul and my way of thinking. Love for me.
Recently, my days felt not so loving. I felt as though my world was crumbling. I allowed a job to shape who I became. I became unrecognizable, not only to myself, but to others. I lost my feisty, wide-eyed, full-of-wonder self. I became absorbed by the opinions of others, about my character, my worth, my ability, and my values. (anxiety)
The key wording here is “I ALLOWED.” I allowed these feelings to impede my thoughts and my soul. I take full ownership for losing myself and full responsibility for rectifying and finding the love and wonder once again.
My soul is healing, my purpose is becoming clear and my smile is returning.
My confidence is coming back, as is my creativity.
My creativity is what brought you and I together!
I am asked daily, “How did you come up with this idea?”
The idea of taking goats for a walk was not really at the forefront of my thoughts when reconsidering a career path/change of pace (chuckle, chuckle).
My driving force behind Hoof It is simple. My family is fortunate to have an abundance of love and a desire to share our land and lifestyle with others. I love sharing stories of how I grew up riding horses on the same trails we trek today, sharing the legacy of this land that my grandfather left in his passing, sharing the stories of how our children’s souls will always have a connection to this land–to any land their bare feet encounter–sharing something most would never have access to–and making it accessible.
Let us share our world with you. For an experience you won’t forget, Hoof It in Galena, IL
It’s Our Nature. It’s Our Goats.
SHARE WITH YOUR TRIBE, FLOCK, OR HERD
A group of goats is called: Herd, Flock, Trip, or Tribe.