Home

Last night I dreamt of home. Of my family and the land, and the feeling of the wind in your face and the soft swimming of grass as you walk. The smell of garlic and onion as you walk into the kitchen,  being reminded to come in home from the evening by a toot of the car horn, the smell and warmth reeling you in as you race to remove muddy boots at the door.

I can't shake the ache I now have in my heart, I miss home. I miss the years of childhood where they were far less cares in my world. I had my mum and dad and siblings within arms reach, could talk and laugh with them everyday.

I dreamt of my beautiful dogs, we ran and played in the mud and chased bunnies down a hole. I walked to the horse paddocks and was met by three soft muzzles of my horses of past. I held their heads in my arms, their forelocks entwining in my ponytail. Leaping up on to a strong black back, we raced the wind beneath the mountain, while storm clouds raced overhead, the air was electric, we moved as one.

It was such a beautiful dream but it has left me heartbroken today. It's like a sinking, a caving in of my chest for the days when these dream images were the norm. The freedom of youth and the blessing of family and growing up on a farm. My beautiful horses and dogs who are now but warm memories I keep close to my heart and see only now in my dreams.