I am aware that this has been a time in which, increasingly, I am led to living from my inner guidance. I can feel that this is only going to increase, in fact, this is precisely where my growth has been heading. And last night, I received a dream to confirm it. Horse dreams have always held powerful, spiritual messages for me, and Casquito, my horse, has often appeared in my sleep as a stand-in for my Soul.
In my dream, I am riding again, over unfamiliar territory, steep, rocky mountain slopes. I have never been a brave rider, and that does not change in my dream. I close my eyes so that I don’t have to see where we are going, enjoying the experience of Casquito’s movement without the orientation provided by my sight. We travel this way for a long, calm time.
Until I open my eyes. I see that we are implausibly walking on a sheer wall of mossy rock, inconceivably wide and long, so that I cannot see where we have come from, nor where we would meet our end, should we fall.
Sudden, uncontrollable panic grips me. My thoughts are frantic, wild, searching for a safe path up and off this wall that I do not want to be traveling on, telling myself this is impossible, trying to make sense. My hands grip the reins, my legs lock around Casquito’s sides.
But then I remember, with absolute clarity: she got me this far, Casquito did. I hadn’t even noticed we were traversing such dangerous territory! I am only fearful, anguished when I look down at the rock and wonder where she is putting her hoof, and ask myself how we have not fallen yet.
There is no need to make a run for the rock’s end. I can close my eyes again; I know we will finish crossing.