Koshka
the great
I woke up from a dream last week that I can't get out of my mind.
I'm in a sunny green field, there's a light breeze- I'm wearing a long dress, and running along with a yorkie with a purple velvet collar. I don't know why I knew it was velvet.. I just did. It looked it. It felt like England, I felt like it was dated- sometime in the early nineteenth century, maybe? Napoleonic gown. I mean it was probably only a minute, real time. Golden, lovely minute.
I woke up with an intense longing for that dog. I saw yorkies on the street, and I had to stop the owner and fawn over their dogs. I felt like a little piece of my heart had returned. The dog was saying hello, almost. It made me deeply happy, on a cellular level.
Anyway, I wanted to share that with you all. I've never felt anything like that from a past life memory.
(I have a dog, in this life.)
I'm in a sunny green field, there's a light breeze- I'm wearing a long dress, and running along with a yorkie with a purple velvet collar. I don't know why I knew it was velvet.. I just did. It looked it. It felt like England, I felt like it was dated- sometime in the early nineteenth century, maybe? Napoleonic gown. I mean it was probably only a minute, real time. Golden, lovely minute.
I woke up with an intense longing for that dog. I saw yorkies on the street, and I had to stop the owner and fawn over their dogs. I felt like a little piece of my heart had returned. The dog was saying hello, almost. It made me deeply happy, on a cellular level.
Anyway, I wanted to share that with you all. I've never felt anything like that from a past life memory.
(I have a dog, in this life.)