Thursday, March 19, 2015
IN SEARCH OF ANNA KATE
Anna Kate is a horse. She appeared in a dream many years ago that was like a full color movie. She is a chestnut colored filly, full of fire and spirit. Her coat is red gold. She is half racehorse, very slim and easily spooked.
In the movie/dream, Anna Kate was my horse. I loved to ride her. *I always wanted a horse and could never accept why we couldn't tether a Shetland Pony named Silver in our back yard.
I owned Anna Kate and her parents. Her sire was a chestnut stallion with a golden coat, flaxen mane and tail. He was stockier in build than Anna Kate. Anna Kate's mother was a spirited bay with a long black mane and tail to compliment her mahogany color. She was a racehorse. Anna Kate inherited her mother's fire and verve.
I rode Anna Kate for miles and miles in all kinds of terrain. We especially liked to breeze sandy trails or by the beach where the pace and mood were free and easy. I could hear the squeak of the leather saddle and feel the soft worn reins in my hand. The wind brushed Anna Kate's mane and tail and tussled my hair.
But I painted horses. One dream painting was an ink wash drawing of Anna Kate's mother running through the water at the edge of the beach. She had her head in the clouds and her feet sprayed the water as she galloped free. The painting of Anna Kate's mother was quite dark with ink yet it was light and free flowing. It resembled a Chinese painting. There were some faint rose streaks in the clouds like the early dawn or late sunset might bring.
Sunrise or Sunset?
On a crisp, clear breezy spring sunny morning, I took Anna Kate to a horse show. We were not in competition, but Anna Kate and I enjoyed being there. People admired Anna Kate and talked to me. I took my horse over some simple jumps in the practice ring, just for fun. The I cooled Anna Kate out and walked her to a nearby grove of refreshing trees. I remember how good it felt to lead her. I felt again the soft leather in my hands. Anna Kate was always compliant and joyful.
One night, Anna Kate set herself free from her stall. She ran and ran triumphantly enjoying the ultimate freedom from the reins, bridal and bit. Freedom from me, the rider, she had to decide what she should do. Anna Kate ran joyously bucking and kicking at the wind. She raced down the beach in the moonlight, shaking her head as she went, and kicked up the waves and the sand.
We all feel this way, don't we, from time to time.
Next, Anna Kate climbed a mountain made of rock, not sand. She climbed steadily and surely. No harm came to her in the dark. Anna Kate was careful and not reckless. She climbed up into March's still leafless trees which lined the mountain. Then my horse continued on to the peak.
Anna Kate stopped to survey the scene, her head held high. Her mane and tail blew in the breeze framed by the faint orange glow of the fading sunset. In the dream it was still sunset on the mountain top, yet moonlit and dark in the valley? In my dream, I painted the picture, stoke by stroke.
I went in search of Anna Kate, but I never thought to look on the mountain because I had always told Anna Kate it was too dangerous to climb there.
In my dream, I saw another clear image. I also recreated this one as I dreamed it.
Over night, Anna Kate's parents had also set themselves free. This painting was before sunrise, a first light picture shrouded in mist. Anna Kate's parents joined her in the morning on the foggy mountain.
"I felt I dreamed you into life,"
I woke up:
I AM ANNA KATE!
Postscript: This dream was dictated word for word by my Angel, Sharon. In the dream, Sharon appeared in a sheer veil of ivory colored light. She carried a rolled up scroll. "I" listened to Sharon's words and wrote them down in my dream with pen on paper. I also painted the pictures in the dream state, later I recreated sketches and paintings in "real life." This dream is a high definition super clear image and word experience.
Sharon indicated In Search of Anna Kate might be a children's book, enjoyed by all ages, a springboard for discussion. The above paintings would be the front and back covers for the book.
Dream Big~Dream Bigger!
Key Words: horse, angel, dream
* Painted Ponies, a pony named Silver
Running With Horses
Free As The Wind
Out of Box Experience
enLIGHTened travel, a Peak Experience
My Pony written and illustrated by Susan Jeffers
How to Draw Horses, Walter Foster Art Series
Maguarite Henry writer and illustrator Wesley Dennis, Sea Star, Album of Horses and many more books
Dahlis Roy Visionary Artist, Author, and Tai Chi Instructor
Oil Paintings by Dahlis
Anna Kate, sunset on the mountain
Family Reunion at Sunrise, Anna Kate and Parents
These paintings were done in washes of thin oil paint to resemble water colors