Saturday, September 5, 2026

It Takes a Village, Part 2: I Can't Be It Either

 Happy Saturday friends!

Last week I wrote about how the saying "it takes a village to raise a child" should really be "it also takes a village to support an adult." Somehow we went from spreading our needs across a whole community to expecting one spouse to be everything. What an impossible weight for anyone to carry.

This week, I'm writing about the flip side of the same coin because I can't be someone's whole village either. Like many women, my family relies on me to be the memory, the calendar, and the one who notices what needs doing. And that is just as unsustainable. 

There was this period of my life where I feared for my family’s safety, and I couldn’t stop the hypervigilant watching and planning for every possible outcome, to keep everyone safe. It was exhausting and it lasted for years. At the time, I didn’t know about my ADHD and that ability to hyper focus but I do believe it was part of the reason I was able to do ALL-THE-THINGS back then. That and just the sheer necessity for our survival. If you don’t know me yet, and the story, you’re probably thinking this all sounds kind of dramatic. And it was ACTUALLY dramatic. Dramatic and drastic and shocking. 

And when that time of our lives finally ended (for the most part), I was left an exhausted, shell of a human, unable to have normal conversations, unable to think linearly anymore, unable to make even the most basic decisions, like “What do you want to do for dinner?” 

And the thing that that whole situation taught me was that, even though I was taught from birth to control-all-the-things, was that I couldn’t, nor did I even want to control-all-the-things anymore. Or maybe more accurately, I just didn’t care. I didn’t care what we ate for dinner, anything was fine. I didn’t care which restaurant was chosen, I’d find something and if it wasn’t the yummiest, I’d eat something when I got home. I didn’t care about answering, “Where is the x?” And when I let go of all that, Brad stepped into making those decisions, or they were just dropped completely if they weren’t important enough.

And now, in the middle of a growth spurt in my business, I find myself thinking about that time again. With Brad retired, and my business growing, I am without that bandwidth once more. I don’t have it in me to be the family calendar, the family executive functioning scaffolding, the emotional support of the whole family. (And I know a piece of that is the lack of a younger woman’s lovey-dovey hormones. :-))

And the other part of that is growing up (are we ever not growing up?) and seeing patterns that don’t serve me or anyone else in the long run. Recognizing that controlling-all-the-things was taught to me in childhood from a line of women who couldn’t rely on the men in their lives to take on more than being the breadwinner. Everything else was on them. 

And I get why, 100%. And it’s time to right the ship :-)

And surprisingly, unsurprisingly?, this is hard work. When you teach everyone around you that you will control-all-the-things, they never learn to see all-the-things. And when your sweet husband was raised by a mother who controlled-all-the-things, he has no concept about what all-the-things even entail.

How do you teach someone to anticipate? Again, I was taught from birth so I’m not sure how that even happened…osmosis? I’ve been working on this concept with ManChild for ages, and he’s finally starting to get it at 19. My brother also was taught to do and hold and be all-the-things. I kind of love that, Mom taught us both the same way instead of my brother a different way. And while it’s not something I want to hold anymore (my brother either) it was nice that we both learned it.

Antici……..pation (insert Tim Curry in Rocky Horror Picture Show)…thoughts on how to teach it? I think a chore chart for grownups is…icky. Maybe a chore chart for all of us?

I can give them lists, but that doesn’t teach anticipating what needs to be done. And who wants to be told what to do? Also ick, for all of us.

Maybe I just continue to do what I’ve done with ManChild all his teenage life: model what anticipating looks like, “Hey, awesome, you saw the weeds flowering in the upper pasture and just went out and mowed it. You’re really learning to anticipate what needs to be done around here!”

Maybe that’s the only thing that’s ever actually worked. Not a system of some sort, just narrating my own noticing, out loud, over and over, until it’s not just me noticing. 

And speaking of controlling-all-the-things, I DON’T KNOW HOW to quickly teach someone to anticipate, and I hate that. I realllllly want to control that. That would be a really useful skillset wouldn't it? Maybe I need to talk about this out loud and Facebook or Google or YouTube will listen and serve me someone who does know how. I only know how to stop being the only one who does it and I guess that’s as good as it gets. The weeds might grow, the furniture won’t get dusted, or, or, or. And that has to be okay, ugh, because the alternative is me, yet again, picking it up so no one has to feel the discomfort of learning.

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THE RANCH

Bug central: 

 
And OH GOOD LORD what is happening here?? I sent it over to the Google app which said it was a red-footed cannibalfly aka a robber fly and it was feeding on a cicada. Apparently robber flies are the apex predators of the insect world. They are beneficial insects because they eat so many wasps, hornets, and other large insects. They use their needle-like mouth part (proboscis) to pierce the cicada's shell and inject a venom that quickly paralyzes their prey and liquefies its internal organs. Then it uses its proboscis like a straw to drink the liquid. Nature never fails to make me do this: 😱 
 
 

But then you get these and forgive the gross:

A pink cloud at sunset above a line of green trees

A bright moon in a dark night sky with a faint halo

Misty morning over a pasture with a barn among trees

And look at the gardens!

A garden bed with green plants and a metal sculpture in front of trees  
 
A native beautyberry branch with purple berries and green leaves
Native Beautyberry

Can you tell I'm finally planting in that giant bed? Everything is so tiny, next year will be amazing though and I'll add more!

A freshly mulched garden bed beside a pond and trees
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 The Duchess of Cashmere and her little friends:
 
Horses grazing inside a wooden fence with tall pines behind them

 
A black and white pony and a chestnut pony grazing in a green pasture

While the horses are in the upper pasture, I let the goats out to wander the lower. They have their own Himalayan sea salt block, but always like the horse's better:

Black and white goats gathered around a wooden feeder
Have you ever seen anything cuter? Tori on the left and Jaffee on the right are becoming friends. That makes me so happy:

A pinto pony and a gray donkey standing together under trees

 The donkeys are just starting to get their winter eyebrow ledges, Jaffee:

Close up of a donkey's dark furry ear and head next to the barn
Sweetness:

Close up of a donkey's face wearing a rope halter
 
Tori, being my "table" while I load up their hay bags. She's so happy to have free access to all that loose hay, she doesn't even mind (and then I brush her after so she's not all stickery):
 
A pinto pony in a barn stall with hay hanging in a net

 
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Dad came over to learn all about Brad's 3D printer. This is how you will often find these two, hunched over something, figuring it out. (He was showing him something he had printed and brought up. His printer is not sitting there with his coffee machine!) It's nice to have someone around that likes the same things:
 
A person in a kitchen with double wall ovens and wood floors
 
I'm finally starting to pull in some of my bigger plants and everything is looking homey again. I always feel like I have installed drapes when my big plants come back in:
 
Living room with blue armchairs, a wooden coffee table and large windows
 
Also, my mother would have a cow that I don't have any rugs down anymore ;-) But it's sooooo much easier!
 
Corner of a room with a leather armchair, a lamp, a tall plant and a bookshelf

This week in the Monday online art class and the Tuesday and Wednesday Women's Circles, we painted pumpkins using the wet on dry method. We often use wet into wet so I thought we'd change it up and try something different. And a pumpkin because I don't know about the rest of you, but here in the south, we are melting (109º today, actual) and so ready for fall!
 
Watercolor painting of an orange pumpkin
 
COME BE PART OF MY VILLAGE!

Sessions, Women's Circles, Classes:

Equine Partnered Coaching! With horses (early morning appointments in the summer, 7 or 8am), without horses, or online, your choice. 

Neurofeedback Train your brain to calm and ease. The most common response I hear about neurofeedback is, "I'm so much less reactive in my life!" It really does smooth out the sharp spikes. Super helpful if your world feels harsh and spiky right now. These appointments are in my climate controlled office.

Reiki Another way to facilitate relaxation, calm, healing. If the weather is nice, you can choose outside in the herd (this is an early morning appointment) and of course in my office is always available :-)

And Women's Circles! Contact me if you want to talk about joining a Women's Circle!

Wednesday Women's Circle has a waiting list, I will add you to it if you'd like. Newer people do indeed get in occasionally, as sometimes the people higher on the list end up with upcoming vacations, too busy at work, or just life is life-ing. 

Tuesday Women's Circle, runs 11am—2pm,  contact  me if you're interested in the next group, it starts September 15th, $250 for the 6 week session.

Monday online art class via Zoom. Ongoing, every Monday, 7:30-9pmET. $35 There isn't a public link for this one but you can contact me for the supply list and link here. I teach you something fun in watercolor or mixed media. It's a low key, jammies kind of class. Right now it's small so you get more one on one instruction if you want it. 

This is what it feels like to be in a Women's Circle here at the ranch. Weather permitting, we start outside, under shelter, with the herd loose and able to come and go as they please. I do a guided meditation, and then everyone gets a chance to share what's on their mind—no interruptions.

Two people sitting in camp chairs under the barn shelter with a pinto pony and a donkey

Handwritten signature that reads: Love to all from the Mother Ranch, Julia xo
 

Julia smiling with her cheek against a donkey's face

Saturday, August 29, 2026

It takes a village...to support an adult

Tori and one of my Wednesday Women's Circle members :-) 
 
Happy Saturday friends!

Earlier this week I was listening to an Oprah podcast about women "quiet quitting" their marriage. Do you remember hearing about quiet quitting back in 2022 where workers were doing the bare minimum for their jobs? Same thing here, but in marriages. It was an interesting conversation and I've been mulling it over ever since.

I get it, you know? When I left my first husband, I vowed I wouldn't repeat what I'd lived through. I'd been in a relationship where I tried to reach out over and over, tried to fix what was wrong, and there was no reciprocity. I've seen that type of relationship played out all around me, all my life. It was very much the norm for a long time. I promised myself I wouldn't live that way again.

And I didn't. Does that mean that Brad is the be all and end all and I receive everything I need as a human female from him? It does not. And I think that's a good thing. 

I get the push from women for the men in their lives to step up and be a full participant in family life. We are no longer looking for men to be the breadwinner and nothing else. But I don't get the push for men to be a woman's everything (it could be the other way around too of course). No man or woman can do that. It's setting everyone up for failure. 

Here's the way that I see it, for now anyway: We were living life in tribes of people, extended families. We'd gravitate into groups of men and women to get the things done during the day that moved our lives and tribe forward. At night we'd come back together for food, fire, and community. We had a huge group of people that would fill each other up in all kinds of ways. Women worked together, raised children together, helped each other and the same for men working together, playing together. We had a community.

And over time that went by the wayside and of course we are suffering because of it. And now the expectation is that our spouse will be our community? That is so unfair. It's too much for one person. 

Do you remember the saying, "It takes a village to raise a child"?

Maybe the saying should be, "It takes a village to raise a child and a village to support an adult."

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COME BE PART OF MY VILLAGE!
Sessions, Women's Circles, Classes:

Equine Partnered Coaching! With horses (early morning appointments in the summer), without horses, or online, your choice. 

Neurofeedback Train your brain to calm and ease. The most common response I hear about neurofeedback is, "I'm so much less reactive in my life!" It really does smooth out the sharp spikes. Super helpful if your world feels harsh and spiky right now. These appointments are in my climate controlled office.

Reiki Another way to facilitate relaxation, calm, healing. If the weather is nice, you can choose outside in the herd (this is an early morning appointment) and of course in my office is always available :-)

And Women's Circles! Contact me if you want to talk about joining a Women's Circle!

Wednesday Women's Circle has a waiting list, I will add you to it if you'd like. Newer people do indeed get in occasionally, as sometimes the people higher on the list end up with upcoming vacations, too busy at work, or just life is life-ing. 

Tuesday Women's Circle, runs 11am—2pm,  contact  me if you're interested in the next group, it starts in September.

Monday online art class via Zoom. Ongoing, every Monday, 7:30-9pmET. $35 There isn't a public link for this one but you can contact me for the supply list and link here. I teach you something fun in watercolor or mixed media. It's a low key, jammies kind of class. Right now it's small so you get more one on one instruction if you want it. 

This is what it feels like to be in a Women's Circle here at the ranch. Weather permitting, we start outside, under shelter, with the herd loose and able to come and go as they please. I do a guided meditation, and then everyone gets a chance to share what's on their mind—no interruptions. This is what the ponies and mini donkeys are doing during all that:

A woman in a camp chair reaching up to pet a pinto pony
A woman in jeans sitting in a chair with a dark donkey beside her

A chestnut pony with a long mane next to a woman in a camp chair


They are amazing at shifting energy in our bodies and everyone always leaves feeling lighter and less stuck!

THE RANCH

When you live on a farm you often find bird's nests after a rain. I found this on the ground last week. I have several around the house from when Rayn, Tessa, and Wynter lived with me, all of those are white and grey nests. This is my first Tori and Blu nest—a little black, a little red, a little white:

   
I saw some post on Nextdoor, someone warning the poster to never put dog hair/undercoat out for the animals as nesting material, because the babies could get a leg caught in it. I thought that was interesting. When I see things like that I think: has the poster ever seen a wild bird's nest? And as sad as it can be sometimes, it really is survival of the fittest out in the wild. 

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I saw a deer out of my bathroom window again, browsing the fallen figs. I love how the ponies and the deer are checking each other out here: 

A yucca plant and shrubs beside a wooden border, with trees behind
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Sweetness is fine! No cuts and we've upgraded our feed pans to rubber. They are now outgassing in the sun for some days before I use them because they smell so bad. Ever been to a tire store? Yeah, that stench. I wouldn't want to eat my food out of them that's for sure. In the meantime, we are being extra careful and making sure we always put the blue plastic ones away after feeding:
 

A donkey standing in a dirt paddock with a blue feed pan on the ground

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Time for a Green Anole photo dump. I just love these little ones: 

 

A green anole on a white metal chair

A green anole on a white wrought iron railing
 

A green anole among leaves near a blue metal bracket

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It was my birthday last weekend and Delores made me this amazing German Chocolate cake! 

 
 Me and Brad:
Julia and Brad hugging in a kitchen hallway
Me and Dad:

Julia and her dad standing side by side with their arms around each other in a kitchen

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Whoops...so that belt just broke for no reason! 

A hand pointing at a broken belt under a yellow mower

 Booooooooooo! But at least he got it replaced:

A man lying on a garage floor under a yellow riding mower

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A bird bath in a green garden with trees

 
A deer standing near a bird bath in a green garden

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Just curious, do you see the horse in the middle? Like the kind of horse you might find on a very, very old cave wall: 

Shadows on brick pavers and leaf mulch that look like a horse
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I went to go get a drink of water and when I came back to my nest bed, someone had taken my place: 

A dark cat asleep on a floral comforter in a bed with a white canopy

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Working on a way to let the Duchess of Cashmere eat her grain without being harassed by the littles. The goats stay locked up in their nighttime pen while she's eating and are let out after: 

View through a dark barn doorway of two goats outside in the sunlight

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What a beautiful sunset! Usually I don't get to see anything in particular, the sunrises can be spectacular though. I was lucky this day and had to take a shot for every new look the sky gave me: 

Soft gray clouds over a pasture and a line of trees at dusk

Pink sunset glow behind pine trees over a pasture fence


Blue and pink clouds over a pasture and a tree line

Pink clouds in a blue sky above trees
 

Pink clouds at sunset over a green field and trees

 

MEMORIES

You've heard the story of how Sweetness gave me his name a million times I'm sure right? Ok, once more for the new people ;-) They were named Vito (foreground) and Willie. Willie was Sweetness's name. He was the kinder donkey. They came to me as a bonded pair of yearlings, they had been born close together and were just always friends. Those names didn't seem to fit either so one day I asked Willie, "Is Willie your name or is it something else? I immediately heard: Sweetness and Light. So he became Sweetness and the little black donkey in the foreground became Light. Light went to heaven as a three year old (colic) and Sweetness stepped into his healing powers in a big way. And he lives up to his name everyday :-)

A dark donkey standing in a sandy paddock with other animals behind it

 Rayn (the whole reason I do this work and who is now in heaven) and Sweetness learning to be loose on the property like Raynie could:

Rayn, a white horse, grazing on a lawn under tall pines next to Sweetness, a small donkey

Selfie of Julia smiling while sitting in a blue chair
48 and a year into our new farm life on our Colorado ranch, trying out my birthday hammock :-) If it weren't such a pain to grow my hair out from so short, I would go back to this style for a while!

ART

People often think artists just whip stuff out (and sometimes we do) but often we play around with ideas in a sketchbook or watercolor notebook, maybe try a few things on watercolor paper, continue to futz around with it, until it feels right. For instance, this butterfly progression, kinda fun but the shape was funky:

Watercolor painting of blue butterflies and yellow flowers on white paper, first attempt
Round two, haha, not any better!
 
Watercolor painting of blue butterflies and yellow flowers on white paper, second attempt

Finished watercolor painting of blue morpho butterflies and small yellow flowers on white paper

Funny how hard butterflies were for me to paint, I finally looked up a Blue Morpho Butterfly and then had a better feel for the shape! Not being able to paint a basic butterfly from memory is like saying you don't know how to draw a heart LOL

Have you noticed that my newsletters have become novellas lately?? Goodness. I will endeavor to be more succinct next time!

Probably... 

Handwritten signature that reads: Love to all from the Mother Ranch, Julia xo

Julia smiling with her cheek against a donkey's face