The solar plexus chakra

I looked up from the frog to find a field before me. Immediately, a large, beautiful horse came up to me. The horse was brown with a white star of hair beneath it's forelock.

Again, there was a feeling of timidity, of the unknown. I hadn't been here before, this chakra was new to me.

"We should run," the horse said.

"Can we just stand here for a while," I whispered. "I'm very tired and kind of scared."

"We can stand here today, but we cannot stand here forever. We must run with the wind, that's where were get our power and our strength. Because we are free, we are strong, we are golden. There is nothing wrong with us and being small does not serve our purpose. We're meant to run, frolic, and be free."

With that the horse began running around the edges of the field which was ringed by a forest. The sunlight made everything golden, incredibly golden.

"See me? See how strong we are when we run?"

Suddenly, my great-grandmother was standing in the middle of the field, and then near to.

"It's time for you run, to be strong and free. You're in horse country now. There is nothing wrong with you. You are good and you deserve happiness. You deserve love. It's out there for you, if you trust and run with the wind. You are your own resistance."

The hot, huge, salty tears that had begun flowing when speaking with the snake, and continued with the frog, kept falling from my eyes in the physical plane. But in my field, my golden field with my great-grandmother and my horse, I was in awe of the freedom, power, and strength in my solar plexus.

"Where you go next," she said, "is the most important. The heart links it all together. Trust, and run."