Hello everyone! Today I had the bright idea to create a blog of my own, something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. So with Thanksgiving break ahead of me and some free time to sit down and forget about school work for a week or so, here I am and here goes my first post. Enjoy!
The idea “The Holistic Trick” came to me in mere minutes after deciding to create this blog in the first place. Collectively “The Holistic Trick” basically means tricks to living a holistic lifestyle. Quirky aye? And foreshadowing this basic meaning also comes another meaning which refers to me, Trick. I’m the Holistic Trick. (You’ll figure out this Trick thing as you continue reading.)
Now for the meat of it – the Holistic refers to a lifestyle concept I’ve unknowingly adopted within the past couple years. Many people construe the word “holistic” as something involving alternative medicine. So, to start here is the Merriam Webster Dictionary definition of holistic:
Now the “Trick” part just seems quirkily fitting, but to me it is much more than the missing piece to the title of this blog. The name Trick was given to me by a man who is also a great inspiration in my life. I met him during the summer of 2014, this past summer actually, on a Colorado Dude Ranch. Yes, this small town New England girl switched hats for a summer (actually two) to live out my short term dreams of being a Wrangler out west. And yes, there I am riding my favorite horse Cisco, a little guy we traded for a widowed draft we had hanging around; which was the best darn trade I have ever been a part of!
Anyways, back to the Trick story.. There was an older couple whom I worked with and grew to love very much that summer. They were the definition of horsemen, and that man I mentioned above was the closest thing to a real horse whisperer as I’d ever met. He not only was an expert with horses but he could read pretty much anyone like a book, its like he could see right through them, or tap into their souls or something. It was eerie to me at first, and I was uneasy about trusting him.
The first few days I was very quiet around him, trying to observe him and understand just what his deal was. Just to paint you a quick picture of this man, his face was about as stiff as a board, his whole self just seemed compact or tight or something that seemed unusual for being a man in his 60’s or so. His personality was about as dry as the hot dusty air in Colorado. He was pretty quiet except when he was telling a story or saying something important. And he had this stare about him that you would swear he could see right through you. I quite honestly thought he was a ghost, and if it weren’t for his humorous, personable, and refreshing wife I may have never given him the benefit of the doubt.
I remember the first time we all collectively went on our first trail ride with guests. I had been a wrangler the summer before in Jackson, Wyoming so I knew just how to make good conversation with guests. Or maybe they just knew how to make good conversation with me? Or maybe I was pretending to pose as a friendly Westerner instead of my actual antisocial stuck up New Englandy self? (That was a joke.. kind of. I can be cordial when I feel like it.) Anyways! The point is when we got back to the ranch the old cowboy said in his low stiff voice while chewing on a toothpick, “I’m gonna name you Trick, or Trickster, or better yet Trick Jackson.” (He had given the rest of the workers there “handle names” which we used for our walkie-talkies) I chuckled with some confusion and asked, why Trick? He said, “you tricked me.” At this moment I almost felt triumphed. He continued, “I could have sworn you were some stuck up introverted New England chick, yet you wouldn’t stop talking and smiling out there on that trail ride. You tricked me!” And then he chuckled a bit – I think, because a 20-year-old Yankee chick had actually fooled his own learned intuition.
Ever since then it stuck, I was Trick through and through. And the more I pondered it, the name “Trick” was actually very fitting for me. My whole life I’ve been one to jump from place to place, idea to idea, dream to dream. It’s hard for me to focus on one thing without soon focusing on something else. It brought to me a new recognition; that I had no idea what I wanted out of life. I was a two-year Baking and Pastry Arts school graduate, with no intentions of involving myself in the pastry world any longer. Instead, my sights were set on continuing my education at The University Of Connecticut pursuing a degree in Nutritional Sciences. And there I was spending the summer on some small poorly ran dude ranch in Colorado working 80 hours a week for about a $1 an hour. I felt about as lost as I ever had, being vulnerable to any direction or path that was put in front of me.
There’s always something that pulls me to the surface after being exhausted from the choppy waves of life. As I reach for the surface and gasp for fresh air passion pulls me closer to shore. People keep telling me; its not about how or when you get there, just so you get there...
“If you feel like there’s something out there that you’re supposed to be doing, if you have a passion for it, then stop wishing and just do it.”