Flashback to my 30th birthday .. getting nibbled on by the sweetest rescue foal & reflecting upon my life and travels from somewhere rather magnificent, the Portuguese Azores. Way, way out in the Atlantic Ocean in a wild and volcanic archipelago is where I rolled over into my 30s while house & horse sitting the kind of menagerie of horses/dogs/cat and chickens I’d dreamed of one day having myself. It had never crossed my mind that within the next five years I wouldn’t still be travelling… but, there you go. Much like I reflected then, I’m reflecting again now on despite all the whining I want to do, this stillness has been so good for me. It’s been a time to test, reflect, to recover and focus on my health, my studies, on compiling my writing and deciding which path in life I shall skip down next. So here’s to stillness, reflections, choices, and mischievous little horses ?

Flashback to my 30th birthday .. getting nibbled on by the sweetest rescue foal & reflecting upon my life and travels from somewhere rather magnificent, the Portuguese Azores.

Way, way out in the Atlantic Ocean in a wild and volcanic archipelago is where I rolled over into my 30s while house & horse sitting the kind of menagerie of horses/dogs/cat and chickens I’d dreamed of one day having myself.

It had never crossed my mind that within the next five years I wouldn’t still be travelling... but, there you go.

Much like I reflected then, I’m reflecting again now on despite all the whining I want to do, this stillness has been so good for me.

It’s been a time to test, reflect, to recover and focus on my health, my studies, on compiling my writing and deciding which path in life I shall skip down next.

So here’s to stillness, reflections, choices, and mischievous little horses ?

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