Image “Cream Colored Stallion” by Johann Georg Hamilton. (© 2020 Kip Mistral.)
I am a real horse, but I’ve changed my name here to protect the innocent…and not-so-innocent.
I call myself Stradivarius because I was created to be an instrument of the highest quality, for a human of the highest quality, one who would learn to understand and value the brilliance and complexity of my nature. The original string instruments of the master Antonio Stradivari were made in the late 17th and early 18th centuries and they were, as they are still, considered the finest in the world. The rare few remaining today, whether in museums or still being played, lie almost beyond price. Because of their age, their wood is in a slow state of decomposition and detachment in their fibers from centuries of vibrations from being played, and microscopic shrinkage from evaporation. Yet is it ironic that many of the top violinists feel the old instruments have, just because of these factors, an even richer and more expressive sound today than they did when they were born? No, I don’t think so.
Because in the same way, my family and those similar to us were created across the sea. For centuries we were nurtured and protected within traditions that had very specific goals for us. We were selected to be straight forward and workmanlike, and extremely strong to be able to perform great feats of athleticism even into old age. We were made to be very intelligent so as to be able to grasp the highest demands of training, so we are not simple. In fact, we are specialists. And we were given high expectation of respectful treatment, since we have been honored and cherished as jewels in the crowns of our native cultures for hundreds of years.
For our families, this expectation, I am sad to say, is disappointed often today. We can be passed from person to person, as I have been, persons who unfortunately wrongly assume that they could be a match for specialists such as we are. Such a person can break a whip on our body, as has been done to mine, but that will not give us the trust that will inspire us to be a stalwart partner and give our best, and our love. But with respect, fairness, patience, and compassion…we will become yours and keep getting richer, like a Stradivarius, with time.
I am still waiting patiently for that human of the highest quality, who I hope is on their way to me and may be right around the corner. I am waiting in the green field.
Kip, I love this! The more I do with Oly, the more I realize how special he is and how lucky I am. They are such marvelous horses, I can only hope that I do well by him. Maybe hope is not the right word, I am doing my very best to not wreck his gentle, curious, generous nature, while getting him to be my riding partner for life. Thanks for this and for your friendship and advice along our journey.
Thank you for your comment, Terrie…I love all horses, but baroque horses really ARE marvelous! They do want that one special person of their own. I am loving watching you and Oly grow together! <3
This brought tears to my eyes.