When my horse entered my life nearly nine years ago I was at a low point. The mare I’d been part-boarding for two years had died of cancer three months before; I’d lost my job 12 months earlier and I was floundering. Fortunately, my astute partner (now husband) suggested it was, perhaps, time I had my own horse; that my long-held dream come true.
I was speechless. I’d ridden most of my life and always dreamed of having a horse to call my own. And now it was coming true?
Once I’d been assured it was, we started horse shopping ~ a crap shoot if ever there was one. Still, to narrow the search I wrote down a list of what constituted my dream horse. By candidate #4 I’d found my match.
It was one of those moments out of the blue. A complete stranger told me of a Hanoverian horse breeder she knew who had, according to the criteria I’d shared, the perfect horse for me.
“Don’t make a decision until you’ve looked at this boy,” she told me.
An appointment was made and days later we drove the two hours to meet him. He was everything I wanted: four years old, dark bay, over 16 hands, schooled in dressage, and had a great temperament. I rode him. We clicked. We checked back a week later. Still a good match. A pre-purchase exam was arranged. He passed with flying colours.
The dream made real, this horse was mine. I had stewardship over the one thing I’d ever wanted ~ a horse to call my own.
The confirmation he was the one for me? His registered name: “Shakespeare.” I’m a writer. He is my muse and equine therapist.
He stays where he is!
Thanks for visiting …
©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015
6 thoughts on “The Dream Made Real”
The bond shared with our equine friends is a special one indeed. How wonderful for & Shakespeare to have each other!
Thank you. I feel very fortunate. He blesses my life immeasurably … 🙂
Great writing. Was reminded of one of my childhood books ” Black beauty” when I read it.
Thank you. I feel honored. 😊 … Be well, Dorothy
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We start with a dream–a desire, a hungering-want–then make it reality.
Thank you … 🙂