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Tonje Nove Soensteby
I have a Diploma in Homeopaty from the Arcanum school in Gothenburg, Sweden, and have studied Reflexology and Homeopathy at Canadian College of Natural Healing in Ottawa. I have several other courses within the subject, with Jeremy Sherr, Andreas N. Bjoerndal and others. I have taken courses in art at Elvebakken in Oslo and at Ottawa School of Art in Canada, and was one of the first to offer paintings of Guardian Angels and Archetypes in Norway in 1996. In 1998 published the book ...en port til Salighet (Norwegian only). I have attended several courses in connection with horses, most importantly with Klaus Ferdinand Hempfling. To day I work as an artist on a small farm in the south part of Norway, where I have my horses and other animals, and where I also have a shop with special equipment for horse and rider: www.freehorse.no |
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Artistic expresssion, the art of living life enjoying the greatness in little things, daily-life-magic like a white anemone in the snow, white doves, my little terrier and last but not the least: The horse. The smell, sight and charisma, the muscles and the shiny coat, the courage and the watchful eyes, the sensitivite nozzle and the everlasting free and authentic nature. Horses teach us that when we give our heart and soul full rein and let our spirit find its own rythm, then we will ride through our lives with beauty and grace. |
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I wake up an early morning and get myself a light breakfast. Then I go out to say hello to my horses, who come trotting speedily from the field to greet me. I`m standing there for a while enjoying the smell and the presence of them and the white pigeons, and as the strokes of the pigeon wings sing all around me I can`t help myself but laugh towards the sky in pure joy. The publishing company has accepted my new book and I am allready in the process of writing another one. I go back into the kitchen and get myself a cup of tea and go out to sit on the veranda with my straw hat on to write on my new book. From where I sit I see the horses, gracefully grazing and waveing flies away with their tails. The clematis winds itself around the verandapost beside me with magenta coloured flowers on it and a faint glow from the rays of the sun reaches through its leafy twigs and play on my white pages. Inspiration carries me as if on pigeon wings and I get paid to rejoice... I finnish a chapter and glance out at the horses again. I decide that to day is the big day, I'll ride out, with no saddle or reins, just me and the free horse and nothing to obscure the unity between us. We'v done it in the paddock, now I feel ready to do it in the wild. We set out and the horse is soft and willing, sensitive and fine, and respond nicely on the least signals I give only by shifting my weight... I'm feeling the soft rythm of life, there's no hazzle and no hasting, only the sound of bare hoofs on forest ground and the soft breeze of summer, and I'm thinking that this is it. Time is endless and I'm here, now. There's only NOW. This is how Life was ment to be... |
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