A Welcome Tranquility
These last few days, I've felt calm waves wash over me now and again. Today, when I was driving out to see my horse after a long day working on my BA-project, I suddenly felt completely at peace.
The car drove smoothly, obeying my every order almost elegantly and a song I hadn't heard in ages but always loved of its cute melody came on the radio and the whole thing just struck a cord with me. Obviously, a car always does exactly what it's told, even if Mum would argue that Archie (her car) has a will of his own, so the fact that I found that drive particularly smooth could only be down to myself. I've found my calm again and at that moment I welcomed tranquility.
Spending late nights at the stables, not really having to do any training but just hanging out with the animals, has become one of my favourite things at the moment. There's something about a quiet stable, just the sounds of horses munching on hay or the kittens meowing for attention.
That's not to say that I don't like when we train, in fact I just had an amazing session this past Sunday where it was just a pleasure to train dressage with her. I just really enjoy those quiet moments where I can just detach completely from everything else and be entirely myself and as weird as I'd like.
I can have an entire conversation with my horse, knowing she doesn't understand the words, but she listens anyway. She doesn't listen for the actual words, but for my pitch and intonation, which tells her more than enough about how I'm feeling. Or she watches my movements, as non-verbal actions "speak" much louder than words anyhow.
In these times of sprouting grass, I like to take her out to the big, far-out fields and let her graze for a while. The sugar levels in the grass just skyrocket in these times and it's also a good idea to get her stomach used to it. But to be honest, I enjoy it immensely myself and seeing her joy at something as simple as a field of fresh grass is life-affirming.
I think, I feel especially calm this evening because I have spent the whole day going through my BA-project with Mum as well as the fact I can see the finish line for it now. I mean, it would be bad if I didn't as it's only 8 days until hand-in and there's still lots to be done. But she likes it. She came up with ideas for improvements in areas, which is great as I trust and value her opinion highly, but she did really like what we had written.
All those hours of writing, which adds up to about 54 pages of the maximum 60 at the moment, and she doesn't think it's rubbish! She thinks we've made some really good points and praise my parts more than those of my writing partner. She says that while we both write well, I exhibit a larger understanding for the material and manage to "lift it up" and apply it better. She also praises my colourful language, which I'm pretty sure I can attribute to writing on here, writing stories for years and generally being interested in the English language.
I feel so much better now that I have a clear idea of how to finish my BA-project, I've had my other two exams pushed back a year and I have finished my instructor job. I feel much lighter again, which showed clearly in my ability to concentrate during my dressage training as that always goes out the window if my focus does. I feel like I can finally breathe deeply after having been able to only take shallow breaths for months. It's wonderful.
The car drove smoothly, obeying my every order almost elegantly and a song I hadn't heard in ages but always loved of its cute melody came on the radio and the whole thing just struck a cord with me. Obviously, a car always does exactly what it's told, even if Mum would argue that Archie (her car) has a will of his own, so the fact that I found that drive particularly smooth could only be down to myself. I've found my calm again and at that moment I welcomed tranquility.
Spending late nights at the stables, not really having to do any training but just hanging out with the animals, has become one of my favourite things at the moment. There's something about a quiet stable, just the sounds of horses munching on hay or the kittens meowing for attention.
That's not to say that I don't like when we train, in fact I just had an amazing session this past Sunday where it was just a pleasure to train dressage with her. I just really enjoy those quiet moments where I can just detach completely from everything else and be entirely myself and as weird as I'd like.
I can have an entire conversation with my horse, knowing she doesn't understand the words, but she listens anyway. She doesn't listen for the actual words, but for my pitch and intonation, which tells her more than enough about how I'm feeling. Or she watches my movements, as non-verbal actions "speak" much louder than words anyhow.
In these times of sprouting grass, I like to take her out to the big, far-out fields and let her graze for a while. The sugar levels in the grass just skyrocket in these times and it's also a good idea to get her stomach used to it. But to be honest, I enjoy it immensely myself and seeing her joy at something as simple as a field of fresh grass is life-affirming.
I think, I feel especially calm this evening because I have spent the whole day going through my BA-project with Mum as well as the fact I can see the finish line for it now. I mean, it would be bad if I didn't as it's only 8 days until hand-in and there's still lots to be done. But she likes it. She came up with ideas for improvements in areas, which is great as I trust and value her opinion highly, but she did really like what we had written.
All those hours of writing, which adds up to about 54 pages of the maximum 60 at the moment, and she doesn't think it's rubbish! She thinks we've made some really good points and praise my parts more than those of my writing partner. She says that while we both write well, I exhibit a larger understanding for the material and manage to "lift it up" and apply it better. She also praises my colourful language, which I'm pretty sure I can attribute to writing on here, writing stories for years and generally being interested in the English language.
My favourite part of writing is to be able to convey a story beautifully through something as simple as letters strung together.
By a Girl who Loves to Write aka. Me
I feel so much better now that I have a clear idea of how to finish my BA-project, I've had my other two exams pushed back a year and I have finished my instructor job. I feel much lighter again, which showed clearly in my ability to concentrate during my dressage training as that always goes out the window if my focus does. I feel like I can finally breathe deeply after having been able to only take shallow breaths for months. It's wonderful.
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