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.
Dreams now shares a paddock with my ‘old girl’ Jess and with little Jemma and the kids and I are utterly
astounded each and every day by their generosity of equus spirit.