Running With My Dreams – A Little Nudge From White Horse


horseI’m still on my Alaska journey and savoring every moment especially since it’s nearing end, which I don’t want to think about. All there is, is right now.

One thing I have been reflecting on while here are my dreams and heart callings, daring myself to dream bigger in these great and majestic outdoors, stretch my imagination, and explore all the rich possibilities I have but to choose.

I can’t remember who said this, but these words ring true to me:

If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re not big enough.

So bigger I go into digging deeper in my heart for the dream/s that call for me to fulfill them – no limitations! And if it isn’t scary enough, then likely not the leap I would like to take, as I’m ready for big growth and challenge.

I spent much of today’s low-key activities exploring further in my mind and heart. And upon arriving back to the house, decided to take a walk on the land here and came to an opening where the friend you see here was.

He was facing the other direction, but as I spoke to him, he immediately turned and stood perfectly straight, solid, and aligned with me, listening, tuning in, and alert – like we were perfect mirrors of each other.

horse6Then he relaxed into a gentle gaze and almost became sleepy-eyed, but more like completely vulnerable and soft (as you see in the photos too, along with his ear positioning shifting into his relaxed state as well). He likely would have stayed there as long as I wanted, but I finally made my way back to the house, waving goodbye and thanking him for the connection.

horse8Horses have always been meaningful for me and coming upon this single white horse I knew also had symbolism for me.

For quite some time when I was a little girl I had a white horse spirit guide that was with me and I was enraptured with Unicorns and Pegasus. Over time the horse changed sometimes to a golden chestnut, but for the longest time in my life it’s always been large black horses that drew me.

Until recently, when white horses have been showing up again in the last couple of months.

I mentioned before the white horse and “unicorn in disguise”, Tareena at Epona Rise had come to me. And this horse today reminded me of Tareena. But again, the white. And all while I’ve been exploring my heart’s desires and dreams more deeply the last couple of months and not just all of the possibilities, but also whatever fears or insecurities may be around jumping on the train full steam ahead.

Horses symbolize strength, freedom of expression, grace, power, life energy, vitality, passionate desires, a driving force in your life to express your authenticity or what you thrive for, being in harmony with your primitive desires, and balancing those instincts with the more discerning tamed parts. They are transparent reflections of you and everything deep or hidden you hold within.

White horses bring illumination, developing awareness of your instincts and intuition, resurrection (interesting that I spent a lot of time on “Resurrection Bay” here in Alaska – more on that when I return), bringing things to light, seeing with clarity, and are messengers of rebirth.

White is also about purity, innocence, wholeness, completion of a cycle in your life, awakening, elevating your spiritual aspirations, openness, growth, purification, creativity, moving in a new direction, new beginnings,fresh slates, and a blank canvas awaiting creative impetus.

The cool thing about white is that you can’t hide behind it since it amplifies everything in its way. 😉 YAY!

I’m feeling close to running with my new dreams and I look forward to what my heart chooses to follow next, but you can be assured it will be big (well at least big for me) and it will take me into uncharted waters, calling forth facing all things head on with trust and love only.

Time to join my horse friend that was always with me as a little girl and embrace the wind through my hair and charge mightily forward with each grounding foot that will beat to the new rhythm of my own drum.

Exciting and scary all at once! Yay!

As my other friend, Mr. Willy Wonka, shares:

“The suspense is terrible…I hope it lasts” 😉

And like Mr. Wonka, I also believe “anything you want to, do it….Wanta change the world? There’s nothing to it.”

We simply have to make a choice, commit to it full heart and soul, and then take a step forward. The rest will start to fall into place and begin to materialize.

I’m ready to release any fears and all of my “past”. This is a new moment to create with full awareness of all that I am and all that is pure of my heart. I am not afraid to make a choice, knowing I have the power to continue choosing anew. I will not live a life half lived.

Thank you Mr. Wonka and thank you my white horse friend for the nudges you each reflect.

“Our intent is the creative process that reaches forth in the invisible field of potentiality, to trigger a mystical chain of events that can manifest the most seemingly impossible dreams into reality.” ~David Cunliffe

About Tania Marie's Blog

Tania Marie is an international Reiki Master Teacher, Intuitive Energy Guide, Sound Channeler, Visionary Artist, and Author. With over 25 years’ experience in healing arts and metaphysical studies, Tania inspires people globally to embody their essence, access creative empowerment, expand into more conscious awareness, and to harness their magick and imagination to create alchemy for living in harmony.

Posted on August 16, 2014, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Tania – I will pray for your dream to come true and you will have the horse for sure!

  2. I came across your blog while doing a search hoping the right page would find me. As a child (before kindergarten) I had a white horse that came to me in my dreams. My parents were surprised I was willing to go to bed and asked me why and I guess I told them about the white horse.
    We had recently moved to a small town in the mountains and my father’s work required him to visit various business which were on country roads. To give my mother a break, one day he took me with him. As we drove along a narrow lane, I told him I knew where we were. He
    was taken aback and asked me how I knew (I only left the house if I went to the store with my mother) and I told him my white horse brought me to a house nearby and I would visit with an old couple who lived there and were very nice and friendly.
    this was a bit much from a not-quite-4 year old so he asked me where the house was and I described it to him. He drove further on and it was just as I had said. The house was set back from the road so he didn’t go there but when he got back to town he asked some local people about the place. It seems that yes, an old couple lived there…or had lived there. They had died a couple years before.

    When I started school (and things were bad at home) I didn’t dream of the horse but by then it
    was an indelible image. I hadn’t cried (at all-ever) until I was almost three so I was a bit strange and how much more I kept hidden.
    I grew up, went to a big city, lived, worked, dated, and married. We moved to a rural area (another area, even more rural) where we lived and worked for about 8 or 9 years when things started to go wrong. His drinking got worse and money was always a problem. I was
    reading a lot of Jung, know I was going through some mid-life turbulence if not a crisis. I had my own spiritual resources (again, private) and kept a journal and meditated when my husband went to work (evening). I had been following my dreams and some dream states which was useful. And about six months before the final break, my white horse returned.
    I write that and remember what I wrote in the journal…I say ‘my’ white horse because I know it’s the same one I knew as a child, not that the horse was my possession. How could one possess such a gift, a beauty, a guide, a loving spirit?
    Things continued to get worse and when I thought I would break I abandoned myself to confront the past which had colored my life in ways I didn’t know. The white horse then had been a protector, the white horse now was ability to look back, understand the suffering, be healed and move on.
    In a little more than a month I was leaving. I had a dog who has a best friend and true companion, a used car, the willingness to work and friends who offered a place to stay. I didn’t look back. I had my own life and the freedom to explore and live it as I needed.
    That was about thirty years ago.
    And while I value the white horse too much to call upon it for work that can be done in another way, she has returned. When I had taken vacations in the south of France I had seen Meren horses….they’re black, all black. They may be brownish when young but the true Meren turns black. They are wonderful creatures and are often taken up into the high meadows of the Pyrenees for the summer…(sheep and cows also make the journey but not all at the same times).
    So with so many strong and good memories of the areas I knew there, the Meren has come to represent the spirit of the countryside and mountains. And now, I dream of the hills and the black horses but now a white horse has joined them. My friend returns. I’m not sure why but
    I have to be true to what she has been to me and trust that what I will learn or be shown will be offered with love and I will accept with complete trust.

    Whatever the progress of your life after this post, I will find out when I read more later. I just wanted to reach out and hope the spirit of the bond is conveyed in the telling.

  3. Reblogged this on Tania Marie's Blog and commented:

    This blog felt SO perfect to reshare from exactly 3 years ago today. Why? Well, because not only was it on our Alaska trip that everything changed for me, but I am at this same juncture at a different point along the journey, where dreaming bigger is coming into play again and manifesting those dreams is taking seed. Alaska was definitely one of the pivotal travels for me that created the leap I needed, but first I would have to go through a complete rebirthing and death of the old me, both symbolically and quite literally. This was also one of my most favorite trips and places, which upon arrival home had me knowing I no longer was a part of the current reality I had once lived in. I knew everything had changed and had to change, otherwise I would no longer be here. That’s when I dreamed the Magick Bus into being and it ALL happened like, well, “magick” with the miracle manifestations to make it happen. This is happening again in my life currently with so much taking place and manifesting one step at a time, to bring about a bigger picture of my visions and intentions from the heart. So this post is yet again coming into play and also is synchronously aligned with dear friends of ours who are headed to Alaska for their first time, literally at nearly the same time we were there three years ago. They, too, are a couple like us who have been living in an rv for 2 years now and who recently we got to meet and welcome into our lives while they visited Tahoe – now great friends of ours and exciting things to share with them upon their return from Alaska. I can’t wait to hear about their trip and what unfolds and manifests for them from it. I hope this post speaks to you in some way right now too.

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