21 December

Rose On The Path: I Wish The Same For You

by m2admin
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You

 

It is on the path and in the pasture that I feel the loss of Rose. I am not feeling grief so much as loss, a heavy-hearted sadness that settles in my chest once a day or so and lingers. Animal Communicator Jeannie Lindheim told me that she had a vision of Rose settling in over the farm, sprinkling all of us with a fine and  delicate dust, almost like a powdery snow. And Rose was saying to me, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, her sweet and gentle soul now a part of the place, in all of us, everywhere.

It was a lovely image.

But I have had a different one today. It  was on the path that I talked to Rose, rather see her,  and that she shows me her life. Rose and I were telepathic when it came to one another and if I stand down the edge of the path, where Rose loved to smell and explore, and if I close my eyes, and I see her streaking across the sky, angels and cherubim and fairies and spirits swirling all around her, trailing streams and vapours of color, scattering clouds and rainbows all across great and blue prairies. And in my vision, she is not here, not on the farm. She is aware of me, but has left me and my life behind, is looking forward always, into the sun, towards the morning.

I loved what I saw, tearing up, and then smiling, then laughing. She is running in those fields of gold, running and running towards the day, endless fields of green on the horizon, brown hills and blue streams to cross. She does not have work to do, she is free from that, no sheep to worry about, no people or dogs to contend with, just magical legs that never get weary or touch the ground, and a heart that never tires. The burrs never stick in her coat, and the thorns and brambles never  catch. She is never thirsty or dry. She has left all of that behind. Her tongue does not get long or hang from her mouth, the wind is always at her back, and is cool and powerful.

Rosie, I sometimes say, where are you? Are you good?  This is what I wish for you, to set you free, to let you go. No bridges to cross, no eternal bond to me, but to always be running towards the morning. And today she answered me, I am so happy, I am so good. I wish the same for you.

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