buck

July 26, 2011 starry Leave a comment

Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire…. The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin. ~Rabindranath Tagore

Only one dream I remember from last night. It was a visit from my Mom’s horse from many years ago. His name was Buck. I had the great pleasure of meeting him and feeding him far too many sugar cubes when I was little. We had many horses on our own farm growing up, but I quite suspect Buck had always been her favorite. In the dream, he simply walked over and threw his nose into my left shoulder, nudging my arm up in the air. He then simply stood before me. I had such a moment in that dream, inhaling how beautiful he smelled, feeling how great it was walking the pasture with him, and how I always thought he would talk to me in the barn. A little nudge is much appreciated… xx