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Self Care Quotes to love and live by

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' Don' feel guilty . . . Feel blessed' 
When we make time for a little rest and recuperation for ourselves, or find we have an unexpected window of free time in our day, I'm sure many would agree that those niggles of guilt at pleasing 'just us' set in . . . Often spoiling the moment! 
Yet what if instead of feeling internally bad about a welcome break, we just felt gratitude. What if we count it as a blessing rather than something we don't feel we deserve . . . 
If something is going to serve us well, it should always be cherished and made a priority. 

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' Make peace your highest goal and organise your life around it '
This is a real mind set boost, don't you think? I quietly wonder to myself why people allow their life to build up into one big hectic schedule, which in turn begins to chip away at our inner peace and general enjoyment of life.
 We've all experienced this at some point. Sometimes we feel powerless to stop it. Sadly the resu…

Life notes in December ~ chapter 12 ~

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Happiness is staying grounded while reaching for the stars . . . Happy December  ❤
11 months of mini goals and little victories from someone who carries around a lot of self doubt and worry . . . 
I know that you can reach your stars too. Because two years ago, I never thought I would, and didn't believe I could. But now, I truly have managed to . . . 

* I've kept my two blogs going
* Started my little business venture with my horses 
* Worked on two home study courses - still going strong! 
* Cared for my ponies and animals each day and night 
* Sought proffesional help for my anxiety disorder 
* played wonderful games with my nephew
* adopted a feral cat and given him a loving life long home
* spoken up more about my internal struggles with clinical anxiety and ocd. 
* met some lovely new people 
* found my favourite way of working with my ponies 
* given myself a chance to design the life I love . . .
One more goal for December, and I think all I want that to be is . . . T…

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…

Once upon a dream . . .

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This beautiful sight appeared before all of us in the meadow and beyond on a cold, blustery Saturday as Autumn made itself known last week.
It stayed a while and in those moments it was as if it was lighting up the meadow just for us. We stood, smiled and marvelled in the middle of the radiance, feeling the rainbow's colours soak our chilly skin.
Not all moments can be planned and sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes the most beautiful moments appear before us so suddenly, and often they're the most unexpected. They're a happy surprise on a day of things not going especially smoothly. Or a gentle reminder that there is a bright side to most troubles, somewhere.
Rainbows have always been a sign of hope for me. They're a glowing example that the world is still a very pretty place, and their magical presence always demands a pause and gaze.
It is in these moments that I remember how far away I was from my dream once upon time. I started keeping a blog, believin…

A country girls dream

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Today I watched my ponies from within my cosy tack room and all felt well with the world once more. Safety is a warming feeling we get within our very soul, yet it can so easily be stripped away from us when something untoward happens . . . today,  my meadowcat sits beside me, snuggled upon his chair, occasionally looking up with an affectionate gaze for a soft head scratch from my obliging hand, reminding me that all is well and good here. Simply trust it.

Every so often the ponies catch sight of me and their ears twitch in my direction, followed by a soft, snorting chuckle in acknowledgment to my presence.

 It is cold outside and our meadow is loosing it’s warm summer glow, replaced by fallen leaves which carpet the ground, and bare patches forming in the branches of the ash, field maple and hazel trees.

The view of woodland beyond is golden and brown and the footpath is showing patches of mud and puddles for jumping in - or trotting through if the ponies decide a quick pace is in…

A special place . . .

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There is very little it seems that is not made better by a stroll in nature, a moment's breathing space in the countryside, where time stands still and the hustle and bustle of life fades into the birdsong.  Shimmering falling leaves spin to the ground, and the seasons changing rhythm carefully encourages you to dance along with it. The mornings are crisp. The nights dark and cold. But the sunsets are something special and the sunrises beautifully uplifiting to our tired souls. 
Early morings in the meadow, hot coffee in chilly hands, warm pony snuggles and kitty paws jumping onto my lap . . . To me, this is precious wrapped in a pretty box just for me.
 It seems whatever is going on in my mind or outside of it, coming back to my sanctuary, the little pocket of wildflowers now forlorn, my hazel tree, sheltering field maple and trusty river jetty - these natural beauties in the meadow I call my second home, are the best therapy anyone could hope for. 
Everything is made better her…

Chapter 10 ~ Sweet self belief in October

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Isn't it amazing how just like that, Autumn begins to take it's rightful place. October greets us with conkers, falling leaves and fluffy pony coats, and then we whisper farewell to the transitional month that is September.
There is a gentle force at work which turns the seasons round each year . . . Greenery fades away, mud surfaces and all the pretty colours of summer transform to orange,  gold and brown.
We often change our colours too at this time of year. That need for warmth and cosiness takes hold; slow and steady is needed now, not staying up with the sunlight way into the late evening.  Our clothes soften from bright and sun kissed to eathy and snuggly. And so, October moves us into Autumn with a swift yet gentle awakening.  
The little lamp at my bedside table goes on that bit earlier now, filling my room with those warming Autumn colours we all adore so much. I come in from my little world of fading green and muddy boots, residue from Meadow life, and am comfor…

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…

~ Animals, Anxiety and Awareness ~

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Pictures can speak a thousand words.  My life consists of the beautiful joy that is animals and nature. Young me would be glad to know that everywhere I look, there is a precious creature of my own, staring back at me. 
To most of us, our animals and pets are so much more than just creatures we have around us day to day. They're instead cherished family members and  life long friends. 
This is why I am so fascinated by Animal Assisted Therapy. The power they have subconsciously to support us is so special and overwhelming at moments. Confidence to walk along the street can bloom by simply having a dog beside you. A cat who leaves a heavy weight at the end of your bed, can be so comforting on a restless night of worries. Horses are intuitive enough to sense our heartbeat. They know if we're relaxed and calm or not.
Do we speak to our animals as if they are people because we know, somehow, some way, that they do understand? They read us often better than we do ourselves. I don…

Beautiful things

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I like to try and fill each corner of my life with something inspiring, hopeful and encouraging. That way, if worries turn up, life hits a steep hill to climb, or there is simply a bump in the road, I know I can look to something special in any direction and find comfort and courage staring back at me.
I am no stranger to hardship, yet I have often come across people who assume that because I wear a smile a lot, I am unaware of life's worries and pain and have thus been untouched by it's struggles. 
What is not acknowledged in those sad moments of judgement is that, I choose to see the light and not the dark, but that does not mean I am naive to it's presence. 
It's never easy to lift your thoughts up high, I am human and sometimes overwhelming times do creep up, and force me to work that bit harder to wear those sunlit spectacles. But, I can say, that in trusting the good and helpful emotions that run through each of us, many wonderful and beautiful things have come …

Living slowly ~

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Amongst the wild flowers on an evening in the meadow. All is calm. All is still. 
Slow is the only way here. Living slowly,  mindfully and peacefully. 
Notice the birds songs and the occasional butterfly which lands by your side. 
Listen to the breeze gently tugging at the tree leaves. A pony swishes it's tail. Stamps a hoof and sighs.
Before long, the Robin appears in his cheerful way, watching you curiously with his turned head and tiny brown eyes. 
It's a simple life. A quiet life. It's a life I've tried for many years to make my reality.  Now it's here,  I am going to hang on to it with all my might. 





~ With love ~  Don't forget your dream, take care of it.