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8 May

In an Instant

In an instant we can fall in love, buy a new shirt and salivate at the smell of our favourite dish. We live in a world of instant gratification, snapchat and superfast broadband speeds.  We want everything now and, with interest free credit and buy-now-pay-later schemes, in many instances, we can have it now. And yet is this really how we human beings work (best)?  Is it really love at first sight? Or a compulsive urge to purchase that new shirt? Or some trigger in our nervous system that has us salivate at a smell? What actually happens in that…..

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8 May

Awesomeness on Demand

“OMG – this is amazing – I am soooooo excited – wow – look at us – we are awesome!!”  I shout. For the non-horsey amongst you I am absolutely sure you would perceive this to be a gross overreaction to 8 strides of an exquisite medium trot – in fact you probably don’t know what medium trot is – as opposed to any other kind of trot, and thinking about it, do you even know what a trot looks like compared to a walk or a canter?                        …..

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9 Sep

A Different Perspective

  I am currently re-reading Linda Kohanov’s amazing book “Riding between the Worlds”. Whilst I am stimulated by the content, what has struck me most is the difference in impact the book is having on me now compared to some 7 or 8 years ago. It is like I am reading a completely different book. If the book isn’t a revised edition (and it isn’t, I checked!), then the only thing that can have changed is my response to reading it. I am curious about the different levels of awareness that time has given me. This has led me to…..

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3 Jul

“Not Knowing”

I have a very clear memory of playing a particular family game. I am probably about 6 or 7 years old, it is a picture book sunny afternoon, the there are small cotton clouds floating across a bright blue sky. My whole family squeeze into our rather battered orange beetle. “Where are we going?” asks my sister. “I don’t know” replies my father. “We are going to play a game” says my mother.  “What sort of a game?” asks my foster brother. “A fun one” my mother said! It turns out the rules of the game are really simple. Each…..

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