Written on the 5th November 2008
Chieko had had a message to tell her that she had to leave her place by the Stream . She had been there for many hours dipping her cupped hands into the waters, drinking and remembering. The call had come for her to travel so she gathered up her bag, checked the contents, ensuring she had the gifts from L’Enchanteur as well as her own belongings, all was well.
She crossed the green pathways and made her way to the stables. All was silent as she approached. She stuck her head around the side of the stable doorway…not a soul to be seen, even the horses were quiet. Not sure what to do she decided to sit and wait, surely someone would come and provide her with her ride, so she pulled up a bale and made herself comfortable. Her mind drifted to the creative projects she was presently involved with and those she had yet to start. Thoughts abounded, her mind a maelstrom of ideas tangling themselves around each other, distracting her totally from her present surroundings.
She fell sideways with quite a thud….something/someone had pushed her, snapping her out of her reverie, bringing her sharply back to the present. The most enormous shire horse was looking down on her with, what she felt was a definite air of impatience and something else that she couldn’t quite figure out.
“This is Dina, she has chosen you”, a small voice emanated from behind this magnificent creature.
“Wow, thank you”, Chieko responded, whilst wondering how in the hell she was going to get astride Dina.
The small voice belonged to a rather large woman who appeared beside Dina with a broad smile on her face and a set of steps in her hand.
“Here, let me help you”. She placed the steps next to Dina who was standing stock still. The woman placed the reins into Chieko’s hands and advised her to hold on tight, not a necessary command as Chieko had never ridden before and has already hanging on for grim death even though Dina was stationary.
“Dina will take you to your Dream Master, she knows the way, trust her”. “Ok, now remember, hold on tight”, repeated the woman as she slapped Dina’s rump and off they went, Chieko quickly burying her head into Dina’s mane, too terrified to look up. For such a large horse Dina went at a hell of a pace. Chieko’s initial fear abated and she was soon raising her head, just a little. From her vantage point she had a good view of the open countryside they were travelling across. Far, far in the distance she could just make out some kind of building but, as yet, it was indistinct.