Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Making the Case for Intellectual Empathy

             One week when I was little, we ran out of food. My mom was a single mom working two to three jobs, and she was broke. We went to church and she prayed for a miracle so we could eat for the week.

When we got home, there were grocery sacks full of food on our front porch. This re-affirmed her faith in God for years to come, and she still talks about that miracle to this day.
           My mom reads like a book when she’s upset, the problem was likely obvious to our friends at church and they helped us out with no expectations of return, or even a note on the bag to claim credit. This event re-affirmed my faith in humanity and taught me what it is like to be the recipient of someone’s empathy.

Empathy is the ability to understand the feelings of someone else. It’s stepping away from me, myself, and I for a moment to try and connect with someone else.

Compassion and Empathy are two emotions often looked at as weaknesses, but in fact they are most likely the emotions our society evolved on. Empathy is a necessity in a social environment. Big brains burn up big calories, and we are fairly poor physical specimens for hunting. Getting into groups to take down prey required a community effort, and without the ability to empathize with your neighbor, a community founders.

 Compassionate hunters took their food home to share, providing their families and friends with food rather than eating it all themselves. Compassion passed on more genes then greed, and group effort hunting allowed us to develop and feed these big energy sucking brains that have turned our society into what it is today.

If we had been dog-eat-dog from the beginning, unwilling to hunt in group or co-operate with others, society never would have started, and we’d of forever remained small-brained cave monkeys. The empathy to share with our neighbors was a big deal and founded our modern society and mental development.

But empathy is just as important to society today as it was then. Being a good leader is all about empathizing with your co-workers. Everybody has had the horrible boss who just doesn’t get it, and if you’re lucky you’ve had one of the really great bosses who is there for you every step of the way. It’s been shown people would rather work at a harder, more time intensive job with a boss who listens and cares, then at a cake walk job with an uncaring boss.
 You can also improve your boss’s attitude by being empathetic, discussing things they care about, remembering things that are important to them. It’s hard to yell at the cheery employee who always asks about your kid’s grades, or your dog’s illness. The one who meets problems with a smile, the one you can count on to get things done. You get what you give in social relationships.
              Empathy helps me daily in my job, and has built my business. Empathy with animals is almost a taboo in the horse world; and I get told how crazy I am on a regular basis. But I also get amazing results that people can’t believe. It’s not magic, nor psychic powers. I ask their horse questions and I listen when he answers. Sometimes, empathy is as simple as that.

 I work on horses of all shapes, sizes, and personalities. I can’t count how many times someone has told me how much they appreciate the way I don’t beat their horse. Most farriers hate working on old horses. The one who is creaky with arthritis, who can’t stand well; the one who threatens to fall over on you, who leans, who pulls away. No smack with a rasp will straighten them out; it’s the degrading of old joints and weak muscles that can’t be helped. It’s common to hear horrible things done to these guys, because they are bad to work on. Beating, twitching, tying legs up, or laying the horse down because he’s gotten too sore to stand well.

But you are talking about the horse that carried someone through every park in Indiana, the one with shelves of ribbons from shows, who taught their kids to ride, then their grandkids. The one who has been with them through divorce and death, who has listened to a lifetime of their problems, fears, and frustrations. The one who has stood politely to have his feet done for 20 plus years. But today he’s bad and we are justified to smack and kick him for his bad hips. 

I believe it’s an absolutely disgusting practice. It breaks my heart; to be cruel to some sweet old soul in pain, simply because he is in pain, is beyond my understanding.

So I massage hips, I contort myself into pretzel shapes; I give a bucket of grain to keep them occupied. I spend maybe an extra 10 minutes working on old guys, so they are comfortable and happy about it. I enjoy their company, and try to make it so they enjoy mine. And my clients love me for it. I get more referrals, more satisfied clients, more praise and more tips because of this practice than any other. I have built my business on compassion for old and lame horses.

You will never convince me that empathy is anything other than a logical strength. It’s like a muscle, the more you work it the better it gets. It’s also teaching people how you want to be treated, when you are compassionate and empathetic, that is what you will get back. You just can’t yell at someone who is calm, kind, and brought you your favorite donut.  

It’s been scientifically studied and proven that people who intentionally focus on the positive things in their lives are happier. Happiness is relative, and usually how happy someone is at any given moment is dictated by their neighbors, co-workers and friends. The best way to take control of your own happiness is to look for positive things in your life. Bad things and experiences are remembered more strongly than the good things, because of the way our brains process and store information. So 10 good things may happen to you today without affecting you; while 1 bad thing will ruin your mood because your brain automatically assigns it more importance and brings it to notice. Your whole week can be poisoned with this one bad thing, while you watch hundreds of good things go by unannounced.

 Training your brain to notice the good things takes conscious effort; you need to run your brain rather than letting it run you. But in the end you will be measurably happier, and will affect happiness into the lives of those around you. You are the neighbor, the co-worker and the friend of someone else; you are affecting their happiness constantly.

Everyone is outfitted with these amazing intricate minds that they can learn to control and program. Every obstacle in your life, every difficult person you meet, every car that breaks down, every pipe that bursts, is either an opportunity to learn and train your mind in a real world setting, or it is a problem. You are the one who chooses which it is.

Try to think of someone you don’t like, or struggle to get along with. Try to think of why they do what they do, what might have led them to be the way they are. “Because they’re a stupid butthead” doesn’t count. That’s never the right answer. Play a game, dust off the brain, and actually think about it. Think about where they are in life, come up with some valid reasons they may do what they do, and think about your behavior in their eyes. Think how you can modify your approach, change your own behavior, and attempt to accept and appreciate who they are as who they need to be. You can’t change people, you can only change your mind set about them. You can always find something to appreciate about someone, even if it is their evil genius or their heroic mental ability to tie their own shoes in the morning.
Follow it up by doing something nice for someone. Look for someone who is doing something good, and appreciate it. Seek it out in your co-workers and families, and especially in people you struggle with. If absolutely nothing else it will build you up as a better, happier person and you will know you did your part in making the world a more enjoyable place by using intellectual empathy.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

It's True

You don't have a soul;
you are a soul.
You have a body.
C.S. Lewis
 
     I love this quote, I find myself thinking it often. Not usually about people, but when watching people with their animals. I have come to realize more and more that I see animals differently then most. Not as things, not as pets, not as lesser-thans, not as children, and not even as small people in furry suits. They are souls. Just like me, your neighbor, and the guy who works at the gas station. All just simply souls, different suits.
 
     Some have beautiful, complex minds. Some don't. Some are best at one thing, others excel at all. Some are funny and wild, some are crabby and quiet. Some are athletic, some are lazy. Some only want to be loved, others want a friend, and still others want an equal.
 
     Sometimes you will go somewhere and see happy souls, ornery souls, funny souls, brilliant souls, and then down the line somewhere a broken soul. A soul that didn't suit someone's needs, so they broken it into pieces and stole the body. You see it in people as much as animals. Sometimes you go places and don't see it. There is no sliver of pain running through the air, no sorrow, and no brokenness. These places are peaceful, tranquil, light, soft, and these places feed the souls that walk through them.

     I find it's one of my main desires in life to cultivate such a place. To feed souls, furry and otherwise, in the things I do. I desire to never break a soul to suit my needs, to accept the crazed and deranged around me with my own peace and compassion. I will thus be busy forever. 

 

Saturday, June 29, 2013

The Continuation of Mass Cuteness

 
So first we will have to look again at the awe-inspiring cuteness of the babies. The little girl is definitely taller, and she is MUCH faster! They run and chase through the pen and all he can hope it so watch her flash by.
 
Jodi is now a wonderful mother who loves her babies all to bits. She is now nursing BOTH babies at the same time on a regular basis. I'm watching her milk supply, and she is blown up like a dairy cow all the time (alpacas generally have very small udders that look more 'swollen' then dairy-ish). I've never seen an alpaca with such a BIG udder! So it doesn't seem like nursing 2 is bothering her any, and Pixie doesn't seem to mind her baby double-dipping since she regularly nursed Jodi's baby until she got the hang of it.
 
Speaking of Miss Momma Jodi Milk Cow here she is cooling off in this miserable heat we've been having! As soon as the pool was out, before I had a chance to put the hose in, she was already in the pool laying down like this! So once I had the hose in she was in hog heaven!
 
 
And of course Pixie spent quite a bit of time in too, but she got out constantly to chase babies. It seems they have divided the baby-duties into Jodi doing the feeding while Pixie does the guarding and baby-sitting.
 
 
Babies spend a lot of time out running and chasing each other. Today the little boy discovered chickens and ducks, and had a blast running through the flock scattering them in panic. They quickly learned to avoid him completely of course.
 
 
And away from 'paca cuteness I am still drowning in cuteness everywhere else. The other day I got this pic of everyone sun bathing together.
 
 
Daisy had spent quite a bit of time at this point grooming Possum's head. He tolerates it for the prime sun position. After the picture she collapsed on top of him for a few hours of sun bathing, heat supplied to both sides. And I love the look on Ding's face, she's just so glad someone else is occupying Daisy for the moment!
 
 
The same window later on, this time occupied by Angel and Milo. Angel loves to hook her toes in the window to effortlessly sun her belly.
 
 
Sharing the cuteness from soggy Kewanna!

Monday, June 24, 2013

More Baby Pics!


First off Baby Gracie is jealous because the baby 'pacas are getting too much photo time, so here she is being adorable and friendly.
 
 
Yes, I have a lap sheep. :)
 
 
She likes to lay and get full body massages in the evenings, it's tough life being a baby sheeps!
 
 
Here is Miss Surprise Lily, she is starting to get friendlier. She will get within a few feet of us while we play with Gracie, and will eat grain out of your hand. But she still won't just happily let you pet her or hang on her like Gracie.
 
 
Here is Jodi's baby girl after the trailer ride home. She makes this face a lot, I love it!
 
 
Here she is starting to play and get around more.
 
 
And the happy cria tail after taking a break from nursing!
 
 
The whole 'paca family. They now hang out with the sheep and Two, everyone gets along well and Baby Gracie plays "Run Like Mad in All Directions" with the baby alpacas. They are all growing by the day, I can't believe how big everyone is getting so fast!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Babies!!!

 
     So the very short version of the whole mad story- I have two surprise alpaca crias!


Miss Pixie Popper's Baby Boy

 
Miss Jodikin's Baby Girl

 
Two strutting through the pasture with his family. He is finally the herd sire he always thought he was destined to be! He's so happy with his big new family, all these exotic women he has found for himself and all his new offspring ;)

 
Jodsie's with her baby (ignore the tuft of fluff on her neck, the shearer went mad for a moment).

 
Jodi's baby girl nursing WITHOUT help! This was a big victory, and I have spent the last day and half restraining mama every two hours for baby to nurse. Jodi was not the best mommy in the world right off, but she is getting there.

 
Pixie IS the best momma in the world! Here she is getting ready to attack a cat for getting too close to the babies! She has been super-momma from the moment her little boy hit the ground. He was born blind, and she followed him around and squatted her udder at his head for him to nurse and not need to 'find' her. Luckily he can fully see now, and is a happy pronking little wild man!
 
Pixie has also been nursing Jodi's baby when Jodi is being a butt and I am not getting there quick enough to hold her for the hungry baby. There is not much funnier then Pixie standing with two little brown butts sticking out from either side, both tiny tails just wagging like mad.  

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Potato Towers

     This spring I decided to try a new potato growing method called potato towers. You make a round cage out of wire, run straw on the outside and fill the middle with dirt. You lay down 1 ft. of dirt, a round of potato seed, 1 ft. of dirt- etc. until full.

 
 
     The potatoes grow out sides through the straw, and in the fall you destroy the whole tower and get 3x the potatoes per square foot you would of putting them in the ground, without all that nasty digging business, which I abhor.  In the very top I put a zucchini plant to maximize my "pounds of produce per square foot" and because you want something that likes lots of water and will die before you want to harvest your potatoes. Plus chocolate zucchini cake.
 
     My only change and recommendation is to run a 4 ft. section of perforated field tile (capped on the bottom) through the middle for super easy watering and maxing out the benefit (potatoes per gallon) of the water you are using. They are hard to water without going way overboard to get the sides soaked. Unfortunately I thought this after we set them up fully, and by popular vote they were not tore apart and rebuilt. I get a solid F on water conservation with this design (which is not mine at all by the way, Google 'plant towers' for tons of info).
 

 
     Here is one complete, with the second cage started and Zak being my ever faithful assistant. David of course believes he should get some credit since he did most the dirt hauling from the truck to the cages, but I don't see him in any photos and therefore cannot fully prove he exists. 


     Milo also assisted, in his usual fashion by digging a hole nearby and remaining fascinated by it for the remainder of the day.


     And then here is a totally gratuitous picture of Harley and Possum playing on the bed because they are horrifically cute and I can't find my pictures of my successful and now-potato-laden towers and will have to take another one tomorrow. Or next month since it took me that long to write this blog post on the subject (Blah! Shearing Season Madness!)   


     Oh, and lets have Faithy too, because you need epic cuteness to make up for lacking a decent "after" photo where one should clearly exist. Plus we can't have everyone else and lack Faithy, that is madness beyond the scope of Shearing Season blame.

     (This photo was to capture her "innocent" face while sitting in the midst of destroyed tissue that she is totally "innocent" of destroying.)



Friday, May 3, 2013

The Tunneling Twosome



 
     About a month ago I took in a little foster dog named Possum. Possum is a very unique little dog, and probably the most aptly-named dog I've ever met. Possum gives new level to the words sweet and tolerant. He has the million-mile-an-hour tongue and the desire to belong like I've never met before. He wants to be part of a pack, part of a project, part of a family. He wants this like he wants air. He's desperate to be part of something and he injects himself into everything with wild abandon for fear of loosing his place.



     Then there is Harley Longdog. Harley is just... Harley. He's a certain kind of happy-go-lucky, goofy, mildly slow minded individual that you just can't help but love to be around. He just takes the world as it comes, trodding along to the beat of his own one-of-a-kind drummer. Since no one else really hears or understands Harley's drummer (often we say, "Well, you can't blame him, he's got a dent in his head") he pretty much does his own thing and plays by himself, though he has tons of friends (dog and human) and is a key member of a 4-dog pack, he's still kind of a loner, doing his own thing in life.

     So when we brought Possum home a very quick friendship developed. Possum doesn't care if Harley's drummer has gone mad, because Harley thinks Possum is a great part of his crew, Possum can belong to Harley. This gives Possum a place to belong and a friend, two things he wants more then anything in the world. And it gives Harley a close friend and tunnel digging minion.


     One of Harley's early tunnels, it's about 6-7 ft. long and  deep enough to sink past your ankle and completely break it if you try to sneak into my yard at night. He spent months on this tunnel, working tirelessly and coming inside for naps, then demanding to go back out and get to work. Yes, the other dogs do think he's insane.


     This is one of their early large tunnels together, it circles both trees and is full of smuggled socks and destroyed toys, the first one Harley started storing things in.

 
    With the help of Possum they completed this smaller tunnel in about 40 minutes on a Longdog whim to celebrate a lovely day.

     Their largest tunnel to date is growing to span the width of my entire yard, roughly 150 ft. in a more-or-less straight line. It's a work in progress they keep returning to. I think they get bored with it's excessive length.

     When I go out in the yard Harley immediately drags me over to check out his latest tunneling leg. He prances along, tail and head high, a foreman showing off his latest magnificent project. As you walk the length of it he will occasionally nose an area to indicate buried treasure (generally a gutted toy, a sock, or a highly prized pair of stolen underwear). Most of his tunnels are large enough he can get down in them and walk along, but the one above was a more hastily dug project, only about 4-6" deep.

     Possum prances behind him, delighted with his friend, and their shared project. I don't think he knows why Harley does it either, but he doesn't care. He's having a blast.

     As the tour goes along Harley will usually bark and Possum to go "de-sod the 7th quadrant" or some such silly thing and Possum will excitedly prance off to do exactly that like it's the best thing in the whole world, taking grand joy in every moment.

     I asked him once if there are really quadrants, if this is actually a planned project with a goal in mind. He just laughed and said he's not sure, he just goes and starts digging in a random place and that turns out to BE the 7th quadrant. "He's a genius isn't he? Don't you just love him?" Possum will say, obviously already convinced himself of the answer, while watching Harley bury a pair of underwear it took him 3 weeks to smuggle into the yard.


      "He is definitely something. Not sure genius is the word."

      "You just don't see it yet. Wait till we're done. Genius is definitely the word."