My Spirit Guide: The Grey Horse
I finally sat down, mediated and then wrote out exactly what my 'spirit guide' is. He is beautiful and passionate, a grey horse that visits my dreams. I had to do a totem thing for English Honors...so I went ahead and copied what I wrote and pasted it here. :-) I love my Grey Horse. He embodies freedom and when I am on his back, the world falls away. There is only the joy in his grace and strength and power and the ease with which I stay with him. it is wonderful. *tear*
Spirit Horse
Twilight settles over the land of peaked sand hills and silky smooth plains. The fading blue light is illuminated by the purity of the air, the crystalline clarity of which I see things. Onto this world, gallops the horse. He is always grey, with large dark eyes that look into my soul. He calls to me and my spirit feels pulled towards him. My memories of this dream go back to a young age, where once I woke, murmuring into my pillow, for the softness reminded me of my horse, the Grey Horse of my dreams.
I dream of great expanses where there is only myself and my horse, the cool flow of his mane gliding over my hands, nestled into his neck. My legs seem to disappear, for I do not notice them. In my dream the horse and I are one, and like the shadow that soars behind an eagle we fly free of the real world. His hooves are always dark, dancing so gracefully and solidly across the sand, stirring up swirls of periwinkle dust. It never reaches my eyes-never chokes me. It simply exists for a moment and then like a breath, blows away. The Grey Horse is huge, with massive withers and a proud, crested neck. Yet it is gentle, like the calmest pony in our barn. It shivers with power yet remains still with discipline. It exudes strength, gentleness and wisdom. These are powerful dreams. Powerful medicine. The Grey Horse is my friend, my heart, my horse. He sometimes simply visits me for a moment, blowing tenderly into my face before fading away. I miss him in my waking hours because of the connection we share. In his eyes I see harmony, balance, the realization of my dreams. He is my spirit horse.
The Grey Horse once danced into my dreams, wearing both saddle and bridle. I rode him through a valley and a forest, sunlight streaming from branches and lakes shimmering with ice blue water. The creeks we stepped across gurgled happily, small twigs flowing along lazily atop a swift current. The Horse drinks and in my dream the water drips from his lips to fall in ripples back to the surface. The sky is broken in pieces of blue glass. I ride through this beautiful place atop my spirit mount and the sense of peace is overwhelming.
The horse is the most important creature of my life. My whole being is wrapped in its existence. It is not surprising that it should visit me in my dreams. My future, my past and my present life are intertwined with the power and grace of the horse. The Grey Horse symbolizes my spirit, yet it speaks of the yearning I feel to connect with my own horse, through the power of silent communication. I am forever driven, in pursuit of perfection, to the Olympic games. The Horse’s coat is the dreamlike color of the Olympic flag. Its eyes are my soul. Its clear snorts and billowing breath is the key to my survival in this life. With my horse, my heart, I am free. A Horse, to me, means Life.
Spirit Horse
Twilight settles over the land of peaked sand hills and silky smooth plains. The fading blue light is illuminated by the purity of the air, the crystalline clarity of which I see things. Onto this world, gallops the horse. He is always grey, with large dark eyes that look into my soul. He calls to me and my spirit feels pulled towards him. My memories of this dream go back to a young age, where once I woke, murmuring into my pillow, for the softness reminded me of my horse, the Grey Horse of my dreams.
I dream of great expanses where there is only myself and my horse, the cool flow of his mane gliding over my hands, nestled into his neck. My legs seem to disappear, for I do not notice them. In my dream the horse and I are one, and like the shadow that soars behind an eagle we fly free of the real world. His hooves are always dark, dancing so gracefully and solidly across the sand, stirring up swirls of periwinkle dust. It never reaches my eyes-never chokes me. It simply exists for a moment and then like a breath, blows away. The Grey Horse is huge, with massive withers and a proud, crested neck. Yet it is gentle, like the calmest pony in our barn. It shivers with power yet remains still with discipline. It exudes strength, gentleness and wisdom. These are powerful dreams. Powerful medicine. The Grey Horse is my friend, my heart, my horse. He sometimes simply visits me for a moment, blowing tenderly into my face before fading away. I miss him in my waking hours because of the connection we share. In his eyes I see harmony, balance, the realization of my dreams. He is my spirit horse.
The Grey Horse once danced into my dreams, wearing both saddle and bridle. I rode him through a valley and a forest, sunlight streaming from branches and lakes shimmering with ice blue water. The creeks we stepped across gurgled happily, small twigs flowing along lazily atop a swift current. The Horse drinks and in my dream the water drips from his lips to fall in ripples back to the surface. The sky is broken in pieces of blue glass. I ride through this beautiful place atop my spirit mount and the sense of peace is overwhelming.
The horse is the most important creature of my life. My whole being is wrapped in its existence. It is not surprising that it should visit me in my dreams. My future, my past and my present life are intertwined with the power and grace of the horse. The Grey Horse symbolizes my spirit, yet it speaks of the yearning I feel to connect with my own horse, through the power of silent communication. I am forever driven, in pursuit of perfection, to the Olympic games. The Horse’s coat is the dreamlike color of the Olympic flag. Its eyes are my soul. Its clear snorts and billowing breath is the key to my survival in this life. With my horse, my heart, I am free. A Horse, to me, means Life.