Time for Writing, Time for Horsing Around

24 hours. That’s what’s in a day. Not nearly enough to be a productive writer and enjoy life with my beautiful horse! How to cope? Do both at once.

Spending time at the barn is mental downtime. I let my brain relax and exist in the very present, just as horses do. What happened yesterday and what’s going to happen tomorrow, neither of those matter. There is only the horse mental state of an ever-present Right Now. I recharge my mental batteries, and in the meantime, my subconscious mulls on my work — just as it does when I sleep, working over what takes up space in my life at the moment.

After a day like today, a beautiful, warm May day, I can write anything.

Dealing with pain is removing obstructions to creativity.

That is, if health lets me. I suffer from chronic pain and sometimes, I can barely fall out of bed for it. I’m currently trying out a new acupuncture treatment and so far, it seems to be working very, very well. A body that’s wracked by pain or stoned on pain killers is not a healthy environment for creativity. To have the energy surplus to keep yourself writing even during low inspiration periods, you owe it to yourself to do what you can, to be healthy and feel at home in your body.

The dandelions of May are my personal little guiding stars.

I need light to thrive. I’m one of those sunlight-dependent people who pretty much hibernate through winter and emerge like a sun-starved crazy person at the first sight of spring. May is one of my best months. Everything in Denmark is exploding out of the ground. Every field is bright emerald and sun yellow with dandelions. The weather goes from cold and unpredictable to warm (and unpredictable, it’s always unpredictable in a coastal climate). I feel like life begins anew. I need the hours out doors to recharge my solar batteries. It pays off, the more bright light I’ve soaked up the stronger my ability to express myself creatively.

Must get all the sleep too.

Another thing that I sometimes struggle with, is getting enough sleep. I have sleep apnea, which doesn’t make it any easier. Left to my own devices I will gradually stay up longer and longer in the evenings, then be utterly comatose the day after. I have to exercise a fairly strict sleep schedule in order to not place undue stress on my mind and consequently, on my creativity. If I am not rested, I can stare at a computer all day, the words won’t happen.

Bestest buddy.

We all find mental peace and clarity in different things. To me, the best source is the sound of my best friend quietly chewing her hay. The sound of horses relaxing and eating hay is so calming that in fact, there are professionals selling ‘hay meditation’ courses nowadays. And that’s exactly what you think: It’s sitting down on your butt, turning off your cellphone, closing your eyes, and listening to peaceful chewing for an hour.

What gives you a mental boost?


I’m not addicted to taking pictures of random people of four and two legs. I can stop anytime I want.

Mille and Mikro — sister and mum of the Murderkittenz — play fighting in the sand outside the stable. Never too old to goof around!
Cassie and Maja doing what Cassie does best: Stuff her face in the warm sun of the weekend.
Don’t say our horses don’t get desensitivity training! Emilie honestly looked less than thrilled about the barn owner’s band practising Nutbush City Limits while she ate. She prefers their Highway to Hell cover.
And today, Emilie finally got her feet trimmed! I was very impressed with the farrier — I honestly did not think we’d manage to get her hind hooves done yet. Yay!

All the Faces

Emilie is still prettiest princess with her hair clip. She’s also very very happy to have a box with an open half-door so she can watch what goes on, because being stuck in there 24/7 is so very dull.

Please. Do things. I want to watch you do things.
She’s too thin. I look forward to her regaining the weight she lost during her illness.
The Moon decided to pose for an artsy shot just as I was trying to get a decent picture of Emilie in her box.
Emilie is not the only box window lurker. Felina has better camouflage though!
Small walk of the evening: Saying hello to White.
Look who came to say hello, too: It’s Mikro, mum of the murderkittenz.
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