#changingtheworldoneheartatatime

[leorivera67]

Nunca nos causa vergüenza el confesar que somos cristianos y que Jesucristo es el Señor de nuestra vida. Porque lo más importante es nuestro interior. Así que antes de rodar, disfrutar nuestra motocicleta, compartir con nuestro club, con nuestros amigos, con nuestras familias; siempre, siempre invoquemos la presencia del Gran Arquitecto del universo nuestro Dios y salvador, para su protección. #changingtheworldoneheartatatime #GranArquitectodelUniverso #motociclistascristianos #cmaresurrectedridersaugustachapter592 #ministerioechacore https://www.instagram.com/p/CqNpIWGuIcJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[heartfelthorsemanship]

So many people start our course telling us they ' just want to train horses" or they don't like people. We are happy for individuals to learn how to do things better, but our goals are bigger. We want to change the industry. . . To do that one horse at a time would take a long time.. and in that time horses suffer a he hands of those who don't know better. If we educate the educators things change exponentially. This is why one of the modules of apprenticeship is all about a different approach to teaching. Riding lessons often resemble a military drill... this doesn't build people. Our belief if happy, positive students make for happy positive horses... so our goal is for apprentices to keep lessons happy and positive. For more information about our Apprenticeship, or our correspondence course email heartfeltkzn@gmail.com or WhatsApp 0797705536 #heartfelthorsemanship #changingtheworldoneheartatatime #bitlesshorsesofinstagram #horsesofinstgram #appaloosa #equestriandreams #equinestudies (at Heartfelt Horsemanship) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3L32qZndtF/?igshid=1lb47w01lqpzd

[jamielynnheartfelt-blog]

When you love what you do and need the free use of your body to do it, chronic pain is an encumbrance.

A life of Chronic pain can kick your ass if you allow it. But, I have to say that succumbing to chronic pain is a matter of choice. The last year of my life I made a choice. I decided to not allow my broken body to own my freedom anymore. 

This is me, starting my very special colt after 10 months of intense mindfulness conditioning, physiotherapy and work with a Bio coach. In short, this is me, taking my life back. 

I have books to write, horses to ride and most importantly a team of horsewoman to inspire world domination into. 

If you would like to read more of my story, please like and follow so that you can receive updates on new stuff!

[chickyox]

A reunion of the month #choicesseminars #choicesfamily #october #abbotsford #changingtheworldoneheartatatime

[authorlaceyweatherford-blog]

I figured since so many sad things are happening in the world right now, that maybe today would be a good day to #ShareTheLove and help counteract some of this negativity. I hope you will help pass this along to cheer up someone else's day. We never know how much our kindness can help another. ❤️ #happysaturday #love #sharing #goodwill #passiton #tagsomeoneyoulove #haveaniceday #changingtheworldoneheartatatime

[maria2472]

#Repost @chiquisoficial ・・・ I'm so blessed to be cared for by all these 1derful people!!! Thank you all for loving me for ME. I heart you ALL!! #BossBeeNation #AhoraTour2015 #Ahora #SweetSoundRecords ❤️🐝🔴 /// Me siento bendecida al recibir tanto amor de esta gente hermosa! Los quiero mucho!!! #BossBeeNation .... Thank you @landoslays for making this for US! Xoxo #UnitedWeStand #ChangingTheWorldOneHeartAtATime #TeamChiquis #TeamChiquis19

[leorivera67]

Wonderful and blessed Sunday with Resurrected Riders Augusta chapter 952 Ministry, at Waynesboro Church of God on Run of the Son 2023 services. #ridingtothesom #RunFortheSon #cmaresurrectedriderschapter592 #ministerioechacore #GranArquitectodelUniverso #Changingtheworldoneheartatatime #ElMundoEsMiParroquia #motociclistascristianos #cmaresurrectedridersaugustachapter592 #pastorleoriverarivera https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-4jWsph8r/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[leorivera67]

Salmos 139:23-24

Examíname, oh Dios, y conoce mi corazón;

Pruébame y conoce mis pensamientos;

Y ve si hay en mí camino de perversidad,

Y guíame en el camino eterno.

#pastorleoriverarivera #capellanleoriverarivera #Elmundoesmiparroquia #motociclistascristianos #ministerioechacore #cmaresurrectedridersaugustachapter592 #granarquitectodeluniverso #cmaresurrectedriderschapter592 #Changingtheworldoneheartatatime #ChristianMotorcyclistsAssociation #cmausa #aicelainternational Asociación Iglesias Cristianas el Alfarero

[leorivera67]

Salmo 100 somos su pueblo y ovejas de su prado..

#pastorleoriverarivera #capellanleoriverarivera #Elmundoesmiparroquia #motociclistascristianos #ministerioechacore #cmaresurrectedridersaugustachapter592 #granarquitectodeluniverso #cmaresurrectedriderschapter592 #Changingtheworldoneheartatatime #ChristianMotorcyclistsAssociation #cmausa #aicelainternational

Asociación Iglesias Cristianas el Alfarero

[leorivera67]

Salmo 118:24 éste es el día que hizo el Señor, me gozaré y me alegraré en El.

#pastorleoriverarivera #capellanleoriverarivera #Elmundoesmiparroquia #motociclistascristianos #ministerioechacore #cmaresurrectedridersaugustachapter592 #granarquitectodeluniverso #cmaresurrectedriderschapter592 #Changingtheworldoneheartatatime #ChristianMotorcyclistsAssociation #cmausa #aicelainternational Asociación Iglesias Cristianas el Alfarero

[jamielynnheartfelt-blog]

It’s never too late for a good attitude - there is always room for improvement when you wake up like  rattle snake!

When you live with chronic pain, many days you open your eyes and think F%$#! The pain did not disappear in the last 30 min nap before the alarm goes off. You roll over in bed, stretching, groaning, often crying. The pain is too much and honestly, it is really depressing.

You start your morning routine in an all too familiar dark place with a bad attitude. It hurts, it’s always going to hurt. It will likely get worse. Quickly, you become your own victim of this universally cruel thing “chronic pain.”

The reality is though, it is up to me as to what attitude I face pain with. Most Chronic Pain sufferers become immobilized by the depression that comes with knowing that every god damn day is going to start the same way.

What if, this did not have to continue past the first moment in the morning?

What if I did not have a terrible grumpy morning? Is it possible to wake up and not hate so bad? Beginning each day this way can lead to anger, resentment and often loneliness.

I watched my parents both suffer from crazy spine injuries. I believe my unwillingness to yield to the helplessness of Chronic pain came from them. Both of my parents battled pain through the age I am now.

My mother broke her body sky diving at an early, vivacious age. My father suffered a terrible trucking accident that landed telephone poles being pushing into his back. My mother succumbed to her pain a decade ago and my father is still fighting to survive with more pain than the average person could imagine. Growing up and watching them survive is likely why I have lasted this long. Certainly, seeing them work through it gave me the “not going down without a fight” attitude that keeps me in smiles, motion and good spirits now.

I have been injured beyond repair for 15 years. In May, I will have had 15 years of waking up like this. Much of that time was spent learning how to cope. Surgery, sedation, painful injections, endless doctor’s appointments and at one point becoming a full time Physio Therapy patient. Never mind the prescriptions that either worked or fucked up your life. Not yet knowing how to cope with my pain created irreparable rifts between me and some of the people I loved the most.

Through the die-hard attitude that my parents displayed, I also could not bother to lay down and accept defeat. For me, giving into my pain has always meant that I would never ride a horse again, never teach again and that is something I have never been able to accept. However foolish, my parents instilled stubbornness and grit in me, by example and for that I am grateful.

Fast forward through a mountain of added injuries. Fast forward Immeasurable heartache, not just for me but those that loved me, and I finally have figured out how to cope in a way that is no longer destructive and wake up with a good attitude. …Most days anyhow!

One year ago, I was in the place of giving up. After all, the list of things that “my chronic pain” had “taken from me” was long. The value of that loss is still something I cannot speak openly about without sinking to depths of despair. I wish I had found the right attitude sooner. The right attitude often comes with accepting the right support.

Through a doctor who believes I am in fact the vivacious child my mother taught me to be and will help me to express my special brand of “normal.” To the physio and Bio team that help me find the inherent strength and fight that I could have only gained from dad. And from the students who drive me to be a better leader, I can tell you now, my mornings are a contrast from those I experienced 10-15 years ago.

Sure, I am as temperamental as a rattlesnake when I first wake up, but my partner Gareth, bravely and loyally brings me a good cupa and patiently waits for the daily realization of my painful situation to pass. I eventually find a way to have a good attitude, no matter what pain level and corresponding mood I wake up in.

I take my medications without guilt, something that was hard to do. I do my stretches like my life depends on it (because it does). I can hold my tongue until I have something nice to say and I keep true to my fitness because I am the only person who can change my situation. I am the only person who can control my pain and that began by searching for a reason to accept my pain and get on with my life.

It is through this extended support system that I can laugh rather than cry and stretch my way to riding horses and kicking ass every day. For this, I am most grateful and could never have found a good attitude without the incredible combination of people I have as a support crew. And that is how I find my good attitude!

[jamielynnheartfelt-blog]

Kicking Pain in the Balls

What do my days look like if I don’t look like I am going to die?

My Chronic pain differs from sufferer who has no pathology of injury or illness. I have broken my back, hip, nose, and toes a few times as well as survived West Nile Menegitis (and possibly EEV) and Malaria. Needless to say, the spine and spinal cord are a wreck.

But, because I am a fit, attractive and energetic horsewoman, I too am treated like a drama and drug seeking crazy woman because I do not “look” like I am suffering. I suppose if I gained 50 pounds and refused to get out of bed I would be seen differently by doctors. Though it would likely be treated as depression and still offer no help with broken bones.

My injuries are extensive. Most of my spine is bent and twisted. I have fractures ranging from mild to “how the F are you still walking.” My hip creates this hectic limp that leave little old ladies exclaiming “shame” as I drag my leg past them in the grocery store. (Mind you these ladies have health coverage that has paid for their new hip that lets them dance through the shops like rockets).

I have really good days, where I ride, dance, walk 20K steps and no one would ever suspect the train wreck going on inside of me. Honestly, I am tough, a powerhouse of motivation when I can get my pain onto the back burner and focus o what my life was intended to be.

Then, I have the other day. Getting out of bed is a shaky and a nearly impossible event. I limp across the house, (or some days I just don’t bother). I roll directly onto my floor, where a mohair rug and yoga mat waiting for me. If I can reach my cell phone, I turn on guided meditation and knock out a side plank or 4, to get dopamine flowing so my other half doesn’t have to listen to me sob, feeling hopeless about my condition. I have mastered the art of crying undetected. It is a terrible chore for anyone who lives with a Chronic Pain Sufferer to have to sink and rise with the waves of pain.

The difference between the good and not so great days is like living in a lottery ball machine. You never know how the numbers will draw, so you hope, pray and often learn to accept the predictable bad news that today, is not going to be an easy day to limp through. Then you rise to the challenge of kicking pain directly in the B …

IF you would like to know more about me and my people empowering/horse training system, you can find me at:

www.heartfelthorsemanship.co.za

https://www.facebook.com/jamielynnweigel

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[jamielynnheartfelt-blog]

I recently heard a colleague describe the difference between what she does and what I do as “Jamie doesn’t let anything slide.” Better said, I stick to the plan! It keeps horses and humans safe, as a priority. Aside from a mountain of experience and education, separating us, she was correct. I don’t let things “slide,” when it comes to horses and my students. Why, because not all bones heal and that can dramatically shorten anyone’s life span. This is how I dramatically shortened mine. What I do with horses is a system, it is easy to follow and when employed with even a half assed attempt, works every single time. It did not work that day because I allowed someone who knew nothing about training troubled horses tell me my system had no place with their horse and they would tell me how to do my job. This, was the epic F-up that would change my life forever. If compromise can be defined as a way of everyone making concessions, then it is likely the wrong word. What really happened that day was I was strong armed, belittled and intimidated into doing the wrong thing for my own safety and most importantly the well-being of the horse involved in breaking my hip. The day of my accident I knew, before I even left the stable that my life was in danger. I will use the word “compromise,” as a descriptive term, but in fact, the only compromise that was actuated that day was my safety and the well being of the horse involved. How did I compromise? By the use of the word FINE. F-#$%ed up I -nsecure N- eurotic Emotional or egotistical My head was F-ed up, because I was mismanaged by neurotic people, advised by an egotistical trainer. My emotional state was worn thin and that is how the “compromise” took place. I allowed myself to be intimidated into getting onto a horse that I knew needed more cautious training. I compromised with the famous last words, that could not have been farther from the truth – FINE, it’s your horse, and I will do just what you have asked and - It will be fine! The thing is, I was a very experienced trainer, who specialized in Natural Horsemanship and troubled horses who have been bullied into ruins. The chain of events that led me to this point is a long, tragic story. While all I needed to do was accept that I would be fired, and that I would find another situation, my ego and the emotional state took over. Because of my ego and anxiety, I took the ride that day. In my head I screamed, “fine, it’s your horse, I am just your work rider.” The whole time I knew that what I was asked to do with the horse was all wrong. I knew that she could not handle the conditions. I knew the only way I was going to survive was to follow my system. And I chose not to. For fear of losing a job, I chose to do the absolute wrong thing. I chose to not stand up for myself, for the horse and for the system of training that had never failed me. The result was a horse rearing, throwing herself over on top of me and crushing my already broken spine, hip and pelvis into an outcropping of rocks. No helmet or body protector could have stopped what was absolutely not a freak accident. Once the wreck was over. I somehow got to my feet, collected the horse, walked her 500 meters back to her stable. Head hung in shame because I failed my own system by not every employing it. And this, the story of my broken hip serves as a daily reminder as to why I will never “compromise” or “let things slide” ever again. My hope is to share my story of recovery, including the mental, emotional and physical aspects of making a comeback from “compromise.” Jamie Lynn is Lead Instructor Of Heartfelt Horsemanship Lions River, KZN South Africa Please like and follow my blog to be updated on new stuff! You can find out more about here horsemanship program through Facebook, YouTube, Instagram and the website www.heartfelthorsemasnhip.co.za or https://www.facebook.com/HeartfeltPerformanceHorsemanship/

[leorivera67]

C.M.A We are everywhere 🌎 Pastor Leo Rivera Resurrected Riders Christian Motorcyclists Association #RodandoParaJesucristo #Changingtheworldoneheartatatime #DiosHaSidoBueno #motociclistascristianos #RodandoParaJesucristo #AquiEstamosSiNosNecesitas #uncorazonalavez #lamtravelerfromwesttoeast. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cebg8_Uu0g1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[leorivera67]

Hoy de una vez y por toda file a tu enemigo Yo venceré en el nombre de Cristo!!!!! #soymasquevencedor #pastorleoriverarivera #capellanleoriverarivera #profesorleoriverarivera #asociacioniglesiacristianaelalfarero #hombredebuenascostumbre #changingtheworldoneheartatatime https://www.instagram.com/p/CddJle7OTVK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[leorivera67]

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