I would wish for a horse!  I wonder if it's too late in life to own one?

maybe not! you never know. also when I read this post I saw a little image of myself sitting on a mountain and watching the valley below as a thousand horses ran free, their beautiful gait going in the wind, the sound of their hooves shook the earth with power as every one I kissed and thanked god for what I was privileged to see; their unity and their power and beauty and innocense...there was a spotted black and white mare and she called my name..

thats cool lovey..

cut it out Bets  I'm starting to feel like a wild and crazy gal
must be the shift in consciousness..eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Quotes:
"If frogs had wings, they wouldn't bump their ***** when they hop!"
: : : : : ( http://www.kool107.com/GREGBIO.htm

: : : : : If frogs had wings, and snakes had hair,
: : : : : And automobiles flew through the air,
: : : : : If a watermelon grew on a huckleberry vine,
: : : : : Then we'd have winter in the summertime.
: : : : : (From http://www.grandfolkies.com/rack1.htm )

: : : : If a hog had wings he'd be an eagle.
: : : : If a pig had wings, he'd be a chicken hawk.
: : : : From "This Dog'll Hunt: An Entertaining Texas Dictionary" by Wallace O. Chariton (Wordware Publishing, Piano, Texas, 1989, 1990)

: : : The full Scottish proverb:

: : : "If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
: : : If turnips were swords, i'd wear one by my side
: : : If ifs and ands were pots and pans,
: : : there'd be no need for tinkers' hands"

: : : Another rhyme:

: : : If wishes were horses,
: : : Beggars would ride;
: : : If wishes were fishes,
: : : We'd all have some fried.
: : : (or alternately, "We'd all cast our lines")

: Is it just me? I can't make this scan:
: If turnips were swords, i'd wear one by my side
: Either there's another way to read it, or word it ... or the Scots can't scan.

It doesn't scan, nor does another version, "If turnips were watches . . ."
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Apparently, people enjoy playing with this phrase.....I'm sure the list goes on....

b

we have 3 abstract mind ladies here  the right hemisphere in action.

Blink, didn't we make a big thread once about pigs that can fly?
if my memory serves me right it was a turning point for me right about there.

the imagination of the right hemisphere can apparently create, at the least, a state of internal joy, at the most, it can create a manifestation of reality  (with intention)

now onto more important things... If I were a turnip, I would look back from where I had sprouted and at last understand, I didn't get shoved off the truck on the way to town, I jumped!

Ladies, we dream. Blink related a heavenly dream in the hot air balloon. so that reminds me..
first, Blink, what do u mean you can't scan something?
do u mean on the puter or do you mean mind scan? as in a rote? I have rotes on the mind this morn...

The Dream:

this is inspired by my friend Blink whom I am grateful to have met here, we are so long here, we are growing on the wall like something organic...the reason it inspired, she rides a white horse and this is about a white leopard

I was very small, under five, maybe 3 to 4 yrs of age. I hardly have any memories of early childhood. this one stands out.
the memory relates to a white leopard knick knack my foster mother had placed on a mantel. It looked very fierce and had its mouth open, showing teeth. I was thinking in my child mind, no, there is no such thing as white leopards, I'm sure this is just a knick knack, but I wonder...what if there is a white leopard and I wonder if this animal could be made into my friend?
(oh god I was so lonely back then!)

so that night in a very very real dream, I woke up, I was in bed and the leopard, full size was slinking towards my bed! whaaaaaaa!!! (this is not your typical buggyman under the bed dream though, not to me!)

as I froze in terror that my knick knack had come to life, it continued to slink slowly towards me and I thought for sure I was a goner now, I was it's din din!
I covered my face with the blanket, however, it was still there when I looked again!

I knew it was more powerful than me and oh well, since I was toast, I may as well get a good look at what was going to eat me. We locked eyes. It had large, hypnotic eyes and seemed not mean, just powerful and beautiful as well. I tried talking to it mentally, like, hmm. what r u doing in my bedroom, and what r u going to do once you get up close to me? no answer. just that lithness approaching, when these animals move, all the muscles are fluid movement in unison. graceful.

finally the suspense was over. It leaped in the air over the top of my body and entered me! end of dream.
I often wonder it it's my true totem. all the Indians had a totem, like little white dove, running bear, etc...maybe the white leopard or tiger is mine?

and the white horse is Blinks?

or, it's possible I'm having a flying pig totem, who drops crumbs from it's chocolate smeared mouth...

hugs, thanks for your poetry here Blink, we surely could use it to balance things out.

Good point, Recoverer.

A little reality along with the poetry never hurts.
So with all this inspiration I just joined a horse rescue group.
I think it's a more literal interp of the the thread than maybe was intended but hay, it can't hurt!

The rescue group has, among others,  three dappled blue roan draft horses with fluffy 'socks' that are just about made-to-order as 'memory-horses' --- like they just stepped out of the poem! If I can get any naming rights I'm going to suggest they be called Recoverer, Blink, and Laughing Rain! How's that for a merging of reality and imagination!  (they already have a horse named Old Bets.) 
Bets

me two Bets and the horses will thank you, they are very intelligent spirit.

I have many horse stories i could tell! 

  That's really cool Bets!  Keep up the good works. 

recoverer wrote on Nov 15^th, 2007 at 7:43pm:


  I guess i'm going to be a party pooper and inject a little more seriousness here.   I've had similar feelings and thoughts to the above, but i've also thought this too:   I think some horses, the ones treated well, loved, and appreciated actually enjoy being of service to us.   

   This is part of the reason of why i'm not a full vegan and don't believe in full veganism and that any and all use of animals is automatically "bad", cruel, or unkind (it depends on the individual intentions, motivations, treatment, whether there is gratitude involved or not, etc).   

  Soul energy, and the various aspects and levels of same, from a spiritual perspective, takes great joy in service...but it also likes and appreciates some gratitude and appreciation in kind, just like we do too.

A more personal example.  I regularly work with a young boy who has a severe case of C.P., and his family, him, and i went to a fair type event where they had horse riding.   Well, i got up on the horse with my little friend, and my little friend really enjoyed the ride...so much so that i decided to go again later on.   

  Darn if i didn't get the sense that the horse was happy giving us a ride, and bringing such joy to my buddy (doesn't take much with him, he is one bubbly, happy, and loving guy) and to me.  Her Horse Soul, like our Human Soul, is a wiser, more patient, and service oriented part of her...   

  After the rides, i thanked her a lot, gave her some apple pieces, and rubbed her down a bit, and my buddy thanked her in his own beautiful way as well. 

It felt right, the whole thing.  Unfortunately though, there are probably many horses who are chronically over worked as well as under appreciated at the same time, and no doubt these ones are probably not really all that happy.   But, like with us, all in all in service comes joy, peace, and love. 

Greetings,

the failure we tend to make towards animals derive from how their behaviour was interpreted.
According to this interpretation, emphasised on their behaviour patterns, that seemed to be only stereotypes, there was no room for the "emotional" side of animals.

But that they are in fact more than just repetitive behaviour patterns, is shown through their ability to heal.
Horses or dolphins are assisting during therapies, I can only refer to what I learned about this, often disabled people (mostly children) are introduced to such therapies, and through their reaction, one can see, that animals convey "positive energy".

Much truth integrated into you poems, bets.

In fact, wishes are horses, one should watch out, which of them he/she choses for a ride.

yours sincerely,

pulsar