As I delve to get away from the daily onslaughts of social (and global) chaos, and the resultant mental responses to such, my mind often wanders elsewhere.
I was just sitting in a living room chair, kinda, sorta paying attention to something I had picked from Netflix, petting my dogs head, when something just rose up and said, I wonder if there are horses to ride in the afterlife?!
It was an exciting thought, because I have missed riding horses. But the vision I saw with that thought far surpassed anything that I imagined when I asked that question. It was a bit of an epiphany I guess.
My earthly experience of being with, caring for and riding horses, included all the work involved, the lugging bails of hay, but that wasn't even what I saw. I first recalled quite vividly some of the falls, and scrapes and sore legs, and sore ass, all the realities of horse riding in this physical realm.
But almost immediately, I then recalled those moments when the freedom in the bond, the hugs, the smells, the eyes and connections, and then while in the run, were all magical.
But not quite as magical as the vision I saw in the afterlife, where the horse I rode was completely free, same as me, no rules, no bodies whatsoever for either of us. Best ride I could ever imagine!
Read the Black Stallion books when I was a child. Wanted what Alex experienced on that desolate island. Not everyone experiences that in this lifetime, but maybe if we apply the power of imagination, who knows what comes next, here or there?
Random thoughts, from someone who just likes to share.