As soon as my little jar of clay mask is empty, I make a new batch. There is a bit of planning on this because, being a bit on the weird side, i like to use only rain water to mix in with the clay harvested from the earth.
The clay in this mix is from the North Central Plains (or Visitors maps calls Panhandle Plains) area of Texas, near Olney. To be precise, in the rocky paddock in front of the home of my rancher friends who live there. Early this spring, i made a road trip to go visit and amongst many activities, their children and i collected a couple gallons of good ‘ole Texas clay. (Our Missouri clay works great as well – it’s just red)
“Unsuccessful people make decisions based on current situations. Successful people make decisions based on where they want to be.” ~ Benjamin Hardy
This kind of goes along with ‘don’t go to the grocery store when you are hungry’.
The weather has been so dismally cold, windy, frozen, snowy, icy, miserable here in north Missouri, i decided to head south a bit to seek sun and warmer temps under the guise of looking for new land for me cows. Sadly, i seemed to drag the cold weather around with me, although one day was warm enough for 3 hours of saddle time on a good mount with great friends. A little hiking and exploring, but by and large it was too cold. One cold afternoon in Eureka Springs, i managed 2 miles in this cute, but busy town, followed by expert mani/pedi before heading north to Ozark, MO.
Although, paradise wasn’t found anywhere on my 2 1/2 week sojourn, my time was better spent visiting and catching up with friends and family. It was a wonderful time to observe, think, share, reflect, and be lifted in spirit.