My sister Cheryl, the architect, has devised a plan to rescue a mustang horse. We are digging the fence posts for the corral today.

Her thesis describes using materials that have been taken down from their previous lives and she wants to repurpose them into shelter and barn for the horses. She’s been asking for donations on line through Freecycle and craigslist, and has received many free items.

It’s important I stay in my Zen place while we work on this, though. I am instrumental in a way, but it’s easier on my nervous system to think of myself as a helper. I rest when I need to and help when I can.