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A country girls life lately

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A little down time . . . 


Just recently my little blog here has been ever so slightly neglected. I've checked in when I can, and it's just as I left it, but just as life slows up in the winter months with the drawing in of darkness, my time to write has been very much the same . . .
Life in the meadow with horses is full on. Riding eases up but care increases. Jobs become a little more physical with muddy boots weighing you down and the cold mornings and evenings use up your energy before you've even begun. But it's a wonderful time. And I adore every moment of it. Mainly because it is the one thing which I have, that is entirely my own. I take care of it, manage, plan and live it day in, day out. My own rural escape and I hold the key to the gate which opens it. . . As a young girl I didn't find myself dreaming of the things most girls did . . . But I did always want to have a little stables of my own and manage it with the love and care it needed to keep my pon…

A simple life is enough

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The notion of a beautiful simple life, with very few pressures, worries or stresses does seem so welcoming, doesn't it? I think many people in touch with the slow living way of being, feel a deep connection to a life spent on creating little joys in everyday, and time spent on even the smallest worthwhile thing . . . like kindness, consideration for others and time cosied away from the hustle and bustle.

I didn't know about intentional or slow living, until the words appeared before me once I started to blog and create for myself. But it dawned on me that this was what I'd felt all along; this was the life for me. I didn't know the definition or the label as it were, but I knew simplicity very well. I'd always strived to live that way myself. It was a warming, accepting feeling to discover many people felt the same way, and truly sought to make this way of being a priority.
A simple life was enough for us all . . . it always has been for me. Yet, worry surfaces …

Chapter 11 ~ November Nostalgia

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This time last year, my life felt very different than how it feels right now.
I was plagued with an intense anxiety which governeed my whole mind and body; migraines surfaced every week and debilitated me so much that I could barely move my head from its pillow, and I generally felt a little lost inside. I was loved, so very much, but my spirits you could say, we're a little weakend from worry and my attempts to build a new life for myself.
I say this because, if anything, this whole year has taught me so far that it's okay to be vulnerable and open with the right people. You'll know the right people because they'll scoop you up rather than try and pick you a part! But, it is okay as they say to 'not be a hundred percent okay' . . .
It does pass. Answers do come. Hope remains and life jollies you along and in so doing, your courage an confidence grow new petals and blossom beautifully again. Without fail, they always do.
So, beautiful new November, thank you…