For Pleasure

I have been coming here for years. Ever since I can remember, the smell of a barn was second nature to me. Every morning I would wake myself up, have already decided was riding attire I would wear for this morning’s lesson, and be on my way Tally Ho. The early morning of Miami’s dew with a low-lit morning fog, I paused as I stood in front of my second home. How blessed am I to have a small piece of heaven so close to me. The thought made me look nothing more than to stroll up to Teddy’s stall and see his lovely dark bay face greet me. His eyes, only speak the truest of emotions; he calms me in every way. His proud snorting only makes me want to better myself and become a stronger woman, a stronger rider. In my eyes, a day riding is never time wasted, time wasted I could be used riding. Barthes goes into detail in his Road to Text excerpt on the subject of pleasure. “Certainly there exists a pleasure of the work; I can delight in reading and re-reading…” (Barthes 163) I find my pleasure in riding, with Teddy, with the smell of the barn. Nothing can ever replace this emotion, for this is my little peace of heaven for my tranquility.

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Stepping Forward with Hope

As I hear the chatter within the brick walls of Florida State

Memories of this recent reality begin to fill my thoughts

Life without FSU…

Is that even a life I want to live?

Hope.

What does Hope look like after college?

I hope that I will find my way

What hope will I seek when I leave my nest?

What if it is not the hope I wanted?

“But the hope to come is worth it.”

“The future brings hope.  Hope brings me joy. Comfort. Peace.”

As the days compress together and the May gets closer

Hope rises more and more every day

“Always moving up.”

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Fight for Unity

The horse's hooves thundering beneath you, the chains of your bit as the horse pulls against the reins and the faint sound of the horses breath, and whips the horse’s mane. Every touch, every move my horse and I make, becomes unified.  Nadja expressed this same emotional attachment with her drawings. “With the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.” The image can be very deceiving if one did not know or understand the premise of it, but I was able to draw the connection between her drawing and the emotional attachment that came with it with my own image.

Triumph overcomes the war. The experience and the glory paint the sky with blood shed and tears. The horse’s hooves thundering against the grass paint the glory and triumph in their footprints. “The fight for the win is like a war.” There is no trail that they follow, no path that can be seen, only felt. That is when the horse and rider achieve a win upon the endless blowing green.

Halt.

The fight for freedom is over. The next fight will have to wait ‘til morning. Freedom will have to wait until next time. 

New Beginnings

She is afraid to lose those close to her. She does the thing you aren’t supposed to do, fall in love and forgets about herself. She thinks of him before herself, holding on to every thread. This needed to end, there needed to be a new beginning, one where the main character was she and only she.

Chapter One, the smell of summer couldn’t taste as sweet as the start of a new beginning. The smell of new opportunities, new school, and new faces.

The beginning to her new life was by beginning the reinvention of herself. Being whoever she wanted to be, but who?

It was so easy for her to go back to her normal routine, being the supporting character in her own novel, but life had a new meaning.

Her new life didn’t include excuses, grief, and selfishness that weren’t caused by her own. Fear had to be thrown out, unwelcomed in her life.

“Use it throw a football across the river, to throw a fishing line out by her banks, to throw a life into her depths.”

Could loneliness and happiness work together in harmony?

All she wanted were answers. Answers that, Sine Nomine had, “A different façade, one that is anything but welcoming, anything but peaceful, a face that fills you with fear.”

She needed to face fear, welcome it with a firm handshake.

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New York New Me

It wasn’t just any beautiful day in New York City; it was the day that I was going to central park for the first time. I finally get to see one of the most memorable scenes in my favorite show and experience the captivating piece of nature stuck in a life of concrete and smoke. Smelling the lovely summer air filled with laughter and openness I only wished I was with someone much more appealing. His name was Nick and wasn’t the most interesting person I have met in New York. I was told you meet a lot of great people in such a bombarding city but him, I wish I could have done better. On the brighter side, I wanted nothing more to come in the way of me taking in everything central park had to offer. At least Nick was into sitting and not talking, so I had the chance to think and speak to myself about how I felt. How did I feel? I knew I loved nature and I love city life, but something as captivating as central park surely does not belong in such a place as New York City. But something about its awkward placement is what gives this city an “umph.” Every beautiful place has its imperfections and for New York, central park was the biggest.  From the skyscrapers of oak trees to the birds and squirrels, central park was the most magnificent place I had ever been to in my entire life. Throughout my life, the short 22 years of it, I haven’t traveled much but where I have been has not added up to the emotional connection I drew from New York City.