Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Little Girl's Heart

Hello you, how are you doing?

I'm currently in Perth for a long overdue visit to my sister who has been studying here for the past 2 years! We took a trip down to Margaret River the past few days and stayed at this gorgeous place at Acacia Chalets, where wild kangaroos and rabbits visited us. Besides that, if you know me, you'll know that every trip overseas is always another opportunity to try... A riding trail!!!!!

I actually fell in love with horses and riding on my very first trail in Australia. My passion for horses a raging wildfire, I remember the exact moment the spark for my never-ending love with horses was lit. I was going up a hill in the forest on horseback, and although terrifying, going down that hill sent a thrill through my bones that I knew would always leave me wanting more.

That probably explains why even though I ride 3 times a week back in Singapore, I am always so incredibly excited to go for trail rides when distance forces me apart from Donegal. I seriously have no idea how I'm going to deal not seeing him for 4 months when I'm in France for exchange this August. 

But let me not digress with my melancholic ramblings. In my time at Margaret River, I headed to Jesters Flat for a 3-hour trail ride with lots of trotting, cantering and even galloping! It. was. amazing. We saw fields of kangaroos, sheep, cows and even an emu dashing across our trail. What I loved most was the gallop at the end, with the other rider beside me racing across the field. I have never gone that fast in my life and felt so safe and free. 

Though I couldn't share that experience with you, I can share with you the rustic charm of Jesters Flat. This is THE house of my dreams - the log fireplace, the treehouse, the vintage interior and of course, the horses. Enjoy. 
















Sending you lots of love, Trish x.
& ending with a few lines from a Spoken Word I was listening on the way back from Margaret River that almost made me cry.

"If she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents.
I would read her cover-to-cover hoping to find typos 
just so we can both have a few things to work on.
Because aren't we all unfinished? 
Don't we all need a little editing?
Aren't we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
Aren't we all praying they will tell us that we make sense
She don't always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most."
-Rudy Francisco

Monday, 4 April 2016

Love For Horses


and perhaps the most
beautiful paradox of all:
how the human heart is
heartbreakingly fragile
and unshakably strong
at the same time.
How much
Does your tongue have to bleed
Before you stop biting it?
Your heart is not a lion,
So why are you taming it?
God gave you a loud voice,
A voice box dripping revolution,
So quit trying to lower your volume.
You were meant
To rattle the tectonic plates
Of anyone who has ever told you
That you're not enough.
You were born fiery
Don't let anyone put out your flame
With their tears of incompetence.

Words by: Zienab Hamdan

Hello there dearest ones! How was your Monday? Mine began with surprising a dearest friend and ended with surprising yet another dearest friend. Amidst the studying, it gives my heart great delight to love people. I'm currently sitting in my school's SR with no one else around, and I love it. That inexplicable joy of silence - your mind and your heart converses.

Speaking of my heart, let me share something so dear to me - horse riding to most and Equestrian to those who live and breathe it. This is Glenwood Donegal, my best friend. I see him 3 days a week and miss him the other 4 days. This is my place of respite and refuge. But also the place that has crushed me and built me up more times than I have liked. 

So here's to all of you that have been crushed by your circumstances: It's okay. Remember what you're made of. Your tomorrow is not your today and you can begin again. You were made for great things, so don't let anyone put out your flame, not even... Yourself.

Have a great week ahead my dearest friends. Let us let the rebuilding begin.