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Thursday, September 9, 2010
Day 8: My Undisturbed Piece of Sanctuary
It took me a while to figure out which picture to post.
I had all intentions of just posting a picture of the blue couch by our flat's printer (its toner costs £ 90, btw. Can you believe that ?) where I sat all day with my laptop and books trying to write the essay I have due on Friday. (I'm up to 500 words. I need 1500 more but I'm more confident than I was when I took the picture I would have posted.) I also did my laundry today and hung my clothes on the clothes line because we don't have a dryer. I took a picture of that and thought about just posting that.
However, at around 17:00, I started freaking out. The nerves and the daunting idea that I was going to read my essay out loud started to get to me. I don't even have the essay yet. However, I was starting to lose my Zen and the confidence that I should have in myself. My head was just getting filled with scary thoughts and silly situations. I mean, I'm going to read my essay to an expert on C.S. Lewis. Me, Nicole, who has barely read Lewis? A lot of things can go wrong with that. I was starting to tremble and I can't think straight. Therefore, I decided to save my sanity, leave my couch, and take a walk outside.
Instead of going to Botley Road, I went to the other side, to the fields. Suzanna had mentioned that there was one before but I haven't really been in it yet. I'm glad I decided to go today because I definitely got to see one of the most gorgeous places in my whole entire life. The fields were amazing. It was calming and peaceful. I'm glad I brought my camera with me during my walk because I got to take some of the most gorgeous pictures I have taken in my life, at least in my opinion. It was an undisturbed piece of sanctuary that I will definitely visit again.
The picture I finally chose to post is a picture of the horse I saw further down the first road on the fork. I felt like the white horse is somewhat symbolic of my walk "saving me" from the distress I was in. I was a damsel. I was in distress. And a white horse and a knight in the form of fields, armed with grass, trees and vast sky saved me.
I definitely found my piece of sanctuary from the city and the stress.
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C.S. Lewis, that picture, your story-telling. It is indeed like a fantasy. Hope you're enjoying that trip within a trip btw!!
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