Ah, the mystery of dreams and wishes. Oh,
how I wish I could ride a Pegasus, like
Fledge in The Magicians Nephew, or ride one
of my horses to victory in a battle of
swords and shining stallions. Oh, how I
dream of riding my horse bridle less and
racing across the world… Sigh, those things
only happen in books. Or do they?
Well, maybe I can’t ride a Pegasus in real
life or fight on horseback in a war, but why
can’t I ride with out a saddle or bridle?
Why can’t I have such a foundation of
communication that I do not need anything to
control my horse? Why can’t I learn to dance
and be true partners with my horse?
With every book I read, I long for a closer,
truer relationship with my horse. To be able
to wow those who see me ride my horse with
something like magic. If I had to guess why
we, I, can’t, it would be because we do live
in a fallen and sinful world. We can’t
communicate as we once did. But maybe, just
maybe, we can come close.
As for me, my dream is to be able to ride,
to dance, with my horse without having to
push, pull or prod him on. To dance the
dance of two willing partners, completely in
tune with the other, never taking a single
step out of place. That is what I long and
dream of attaining.
As I read more and more books on how horses
are trained, especially on Dressage, I long
to have that type of bond with my horse
where everything that he and I do together
looks effortless and easy. To have a bond
that cannot be seen but can be felt.
I dream of the True Dance, between myself
and my eternal creator. (And, of course,
with horses.)
