Horses
Hey! Happy birthday! I wish you an awesome one and many more. I wish I could hand you a birthday card with a collage of that dream you had about murdering that TV show's characters and make you laugh. I wish I could tell you about the horses and pecan tree I saw. You mentioned wishing you could tell me about some things that happened to you before we let go of dream world. I wish I could hear all about it. I wish I had listened to you more. I wish I knew what happened in your journey following the signs after visiting ****. I wish for an end to hunger, sorrow, war, and upset cows that holler into the night.
Please do read that M.P. memoir, it's incredible. I would have given you a used copy and some luffa seeds today, wrapped in vintage paper. The aforementioned birthday card would cleverly have folded or suggested cutting on lines to form into a bookmark, a really odd one.
I know that I'm projecting, wounded, and well... mixed up all weird. I'm grateful you witnessed that without judgement and had some common sense about it all. I know all the patterns, meanings, and answers are right here within myself. Something about synchronicity, a storm, and devotion keeps tripping me up, but only for a little.
I sat in a field seeking inner silence and looked over to see a near perfect old pecan tree in the distance. I loved it and thought to tell you. Two horses appeared from behind it and I