Tag: healing

  • August 28, 2024

    It’s incredible how the world responds to our own “things.” Some time ago, during a walk in the countryside, I saw an amazing barn made of old stone. Surrounded by a beautiful setting — forests, fields, and a small herd in the paddock. It was about three weeks ago. Yesterday, I went back there. With my little Piździk. From the moment I arrived, I was dazzled by the perfectly done concrete, shining brilliantly in the sun, and on it a barking black spot with a blue collar. The dog ran up to me, wagging its tail. This cheeky guy taught me I could go further to two small houses where the owners live. I was greeted by an absolutely overwhelming smell of cooking. Despite trying to get the cook’s attention by knocking on doors and windows, I couldn’t distract Irek from his cooking. Luckily, I felt quite awkward wandering on someone’s private land — then Basia, Irek’s wife, came out from the other house and showed me around. Such kind people. Such a beautiful place. And guess what — I can do a photoshoot of Bon in front of that divine barn/stable. It’ll happen in September — we just need to set a date. The photographer already knows ;)

    Alright, maybe now is the best moment to get to the point. Bon literally saved me. For a long time, I wondered how this could help someone else — “this” meaning contact with a “hairy therapist.” I’ve already mentioned Karolina from Horse Spirit. I think this woman helped me understand what Plusz has done for me. As the facilitator herself writes:
    “Horses perceive us holistically, treating us as a whole and showing us the areas within ourselves that currently need our attention. These include setting boundaries, good communication, self-awareness, courage to act, decision-making, and building trust in the world.”

    Karolina also writes about her method, Horse Assisted Education: (…) it’s a type of learning similar to what accompanies us since childhood, engaging the whole person in discovering the world and developing skills. It activates not only intellect but also intuition, bodily awareness, and emotions, which reinforce what we have learned. This learning process involves the limbic system, the part of the brain called the mammalian brain, which controls emotions, behaviors, and drives typical for the species. The limbic system also stores motor and long-term memory. Experiences with horses strongly engage this system. Thanks to this process, previously unconscious competencies and skills become activated.”

    https://horsespirit.pl/witaj-swiecie
  • june 12, 2024

    june 12, 2024

    The overwhelming Monster gave me a break, incapacitated by the chemicals whose doses we are steadily reducing with the doctor. Yesterday, I literally witnessed a comedy at the criminal department of the police. It just struck me – I had never really looked closely at our emblem before. In nature, does an eagle really have its claws spread as wide as on the emblem? … I feel closer to animals than to people. Without a shadow of doubt.

  • June 2024

    Mornings at the “ranch” are amazing. I absolutely love my morning garden check. Mine is completely chaotic – just like the old me. What I enjoy most is sitting with a cup of coffee, barefoot in the grass, watching my herd (two dogs and three cats). They have daily rituals, and I love observing them. It’s heartwarming that they like being close to me. Although I’m not sure if they like it or just simply are.
    Alright, I’m off to the stable – I need to shake off the bad energy sent by the “Lady With No Class.” Well, I wish her all the best. That’s just how I am ;)

  • January 2024

    Sometimes you feel so incredibly lonely — even among people — that I’ve learned how to comfortably settle into this — perhaps — selfish practice of “adoring” myself. I feel best away from the crowd. Arrogantly, I listen to what they say without any desire to understand. I need… myself. I miss myself terribly. I lost myself over the years trying to please others. My body sends signals. Strange “adhesions, cysts, and other polyps” appear inside me. I lose consciousness, collapsing to the floor. The buildup of years of stress and probably apathy surfaces.

    I confide in the one who smells like hay. She saves me bravely and continuously. Thanks to her, I exist. The most wonderful nonverbal communication I’ve ever experienced. From the outside, it might look like pitiful attempts to grasp riding skills. It’s not about that at all. Not at all. Let them not understand — I don’t care.

    I’m waiting for results. I already know it’s “vascular changes.” The girl in black socks and shiny sequin-covered boots looks at me with tired eyes. She doesn’t care about me. Like I don’t exist. A million thoughts run through my head: “what if…” She looks at me questioningly. I swear. I just had a thought — when I die — I absolutely have to tell my Favorite Person — to fold my hands in the international gesture of greeting. Sounds nicer in English. Okay, just kidding.

  • March 2023

    Travel helps restore peace to my mind. When I think about people living differently, far away, I stop thinking about myself in context.
    Miraculous Vietnam. Friendly, “delicious” locals draw you into their divine, almost entirely green cuisine.
    Although the all-consuming smog tightens around the head so intensely it drains you completely.
    There’s no telling where the boundary lies.

    A stunning structure made of traditional red lanterns at the bottom gives no hint of the styrofoam disaster awaiting at the top of the mountain, reached by cable car.
    Such a brilliant contrast – just like in my head.
    I think I’m starting to heal.