Had some sort of confused dream about Dear One this morning. Short. Something about her face looking at me like she used to do.
I’ve been thinking about what Hubby said on his meditation journey about Dear One – that she would be at our new place. This has also reinforced to me that I should wait for the new horse until we move.
For some reaon I always want to believe that there is some sort of reason for things to happen. I’ve thought for the last four months that Dear One’s illness was to teach me the fortitude to deal with Hubby’s eventual death when that happens (hopefully many years into the future). Morbid but that’s me.
Life Lessons. Usually hard ones that break spiritual bones and tear your heart to shreds. But potent – like a kick in the head by a horse.