Horse Dreams

 
Horse-Dreams

 

I don’t instruct or educate people in handling horses as some people often request. It’s an area I’ve only just begun to ‘grow’ myself in. 
Even though I’ve been around horses since I was little, I have only just arrived at a place where I’ve found enough inner confidence to truly listen to the language of the horse. And to truly look within myself to see what inner tensions I carry within my body and how that translates to my riding and impacts on the sensitivity of horses.
A few years ago I became very ill following an extremely traumatic experience and I remember lying in a bedroom in the dark wondering if I could ever drag myself back to a place of health. I remember flicking through the Horse Deals magazine with a dull flame of desire to find a way forward. There I found a picture of a little buckskin quarter horse named Dreams and she was for sale. 
At the time I didn’t have the money, the health, the strength nor the support of the people around me to bring that horse into my life, but something deep within me told me she was a way to find a path forward. 
Within a few months Dreams was getting off the truck in Tasmania and she had come to share my life with me. She has taught me so much about my self and given me so much love and joy. 
She now takes me bush on many mornings before I write and takes me to worlds some people only ever dream of. This page is here to honour her and to inspire horses ‘owners’ to look within your own self to the places you don’t really want to look to discover what you are giving or taking from the horse that you share a life with. 

She transported me out of toxic marriage and carried me away from people in my life who had torn me down instead of supported me. On her sturdy back, as I recovered from divorce and displacement she would take me bush on many mornings before I sat down to write. She took me to worlds some people only ever dream of. She was killed in the most awful chain of events that I still can’t place on the page – years and years later. But again, the raw, brutal devastation of her earthly departure gave me the power within to move forward in life, counting blessings and being drawn to the light of earth… not towards the darkness. 

This journal entry is here to honour her and to inspire horses ‘owners’ to look within your own self to the places you don’t really want to look to discover what you are giving or taking from the horse that you share a life with. 

Dreams is still with me everyday in spirit and I sense her close at times when I am still and present to the pulse of the planet beneath my boots. I’m blessed I still have my ‘old girl’ Jess and little Gemma in our family…two of the most beautiful creatures I know. I also now have Archie in my life… a cheeky young Stock Horse/Quarter Horse boy who is growing my self-empowerment skills each time I spend my hours with him. The kids and I are utterly astounded each and every day by the generosity of equus spirit that our horses give us. I hope your life is blessed with horses too.

 
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