Back in 2019 I brought home 2 calves for the purpose of having a cow to eat and one for milk. I raised them, fed them, loved them, cleaned their stalls thru my sickness and health.
Earlier this year we had a date for the stear to be processed. However, hay costs had been on the rise and gotten to a point I wasn't sure we could keep up with. I was discouraged, upset, sad and discussed with my husband possibly selling the cows.
We were so close to seeing the fruition of the hardwork and my husband kept reminding me of that and to see it thru, that we could make it work.
Now, we have a freezer full of grass fed meat to go along with our mostly grass fed eggs. I saw one part of my dream for some self sufficiency come to life. Grateful and glad I didn't give up.
This is just one example of many where I was close to giving up and my husband has lifted me with encouragement and strength to keep going. I absolutely love him for that! 🥰
Rowdy wanted to play and Ronin was too busy sniffing and peeing on everything....
Not sure I want to share on fb. Lots of changes happening, some things in limbo. Been a roller coaster for a few weeks now.
Today was a magical day in the pasture! Rowdy was having the time of her life doing zoomies. Watching her race around, and tail flying, was pure joy.
Seeing her play reminds us of the simple pleasures in life. If you need a smile today, just picture her galloping, full of energy and spirit. 💖
Hi, I just rewrote my about page. Wrote it last week and lost it. 🙄
You can view it here:
https://zaviasstudio.locals.com/about
I'm looking forward to playing around in this space and getting to know you.
My short trip to Vegas showed me something I hadn’t fully seen before, my drinking hasn’t been about fun. It’s been about escape. Not from people. Not from family. But from a place that feels like it's slowly suffocating my spirit.
In Vegas, I laughed, danced, wandered, felt inspired… all without a single drop of alcohol. Why? Because the environment fed me instead of draining me.
It wasn’t the booze I craved. It was aliveness.
Now I see it clearly: when the soul-starving stops, the self-medicating does too.
So I did a thing…
Back in the day, I used to ride a Ninja. Then life happened.... a move across two states forced a decision: ride it all the way there or sell. I sold it, thinking I’d be back in the saddle soon after settling in.
Yeah… “soon” turned into 20 years.
But guess who’s back on two wheels?
Here’s to rediscovering freedom, one ride at a time.
And may my stress be taken away… like Calgon, but louder and with a little more throttle. 🏍️✨
