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A muddle of dreams come true

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' I believe that animals listen and speak to us if we only have the ear for it. That's how we learn to look after them. ' 
~ Cinderella ~  2015 film 

' We don't whisper things to horses, we just listen to them. ' 
~ Heartland ~ 

' The secret to talking is listening '
~ We bought a zoo ~ 

' Horses can sense your heart beat. It speaks to them and they can read it's rhythm beating back '
~ Author unknown ~ 

My life is closely entwinned with animals. And just recently they have filled up my hands aswell as my heart.

It is in these moments that my little blog here becomes a little quiet. And it is these moments, when reflection sets in . . .yet,

When I doubt myself, I find someone kind has left a lovely comment quite unexpectedly on my blog pages. . .

When I'm unsure of something, I find a blog pop up on my feed that is so reasurring, I know longer feel like I'm quite so different or alone in a small way with a matter.

And, so lovely of …

Favourite simple moments ~

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Opening up - a written life in nature

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Sometimes it's good to look back and smile - and sometimes it's lovely to share with those who understand . . .

My life in nature



My passion and venture


Snippets of my journey
Taking back my dreams 
Mental health and me

 *  It's always a little uneasy to share little bits of yourself, but this last year has taught me that the right people will understand and empathise. 
It's a good launch pad to remind yourself every so often of how far you've come. And I am discovering that the more you let others in, the more you find those who say 'me too' . . . 
So, I thought I'd open the pages to some of my journal entries from Bridie's Meadow.
I think we can all say how our blogs, no matter how big or small their place on the Internet maybe, are our own little escapes to delve into when ever we need to retreat. 
It's a therapy. It's a creative outlet. It's a hobby.  It's an open window into who you are and what we're feeling. 
It's openi…

Be gentle to yourself

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Chapter 9 ~ September summer Diary

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September summer, when the evenings darken sooner, the crisp air bites your skin as the sun goes down and golden touches of brown are present amongst the green tree leaves.


The ponies coats grow thicker, the mornings fresher as the freshly cut hay makes dust clouds across our meadow and the swallows are no where to be seen.


This summer everything has transformed in some shape or form. Change has come, but it's been good change. The sort that makes you feel grateful and excited. . . . .


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I write outside so much more now, thanks to this summer time.


I did something for myself without doubt or question - I adopted a cat to live in the meadow, just because it felt right to me. It certainly was a kindness to my poor feral puss cat who needed someone too.


I am studying what I always dreamt of working towards.


I tackled some gardening in the meadow. Tending to the sweet peas and sunflowers and hanging baskets.


I re discovered painting.


I sought professional help for my OCD and Soci…