The Other Side of the Wall

I had another dream about Phoenix this morning.  It was a quick one.  I was working on cleaning our "stalls" that we've set up in the garage when I heard some rustling outside.  When I walked out there to see what was happening, however, I came out into the pasture where we first boarded with Elsa - the one that had the stream running through it and the little chunk of land covered in lush grass beause the horses wouldn't go through the water on their own.  

There were lots of horses wandering around in the pasture - it was quite idyllic - and I remember a feeling of calm come over me as I walked along.  I made my way back up towards the barn and those stalls, went inside to resume cleaning and heard the rustling again.  This time when I came back outside, Phoenix was laying down (legs tucked in and head up) on the other side of a low concrete wall.  I immediately went over to him and gave him a long, hard hug.  It was made very clear to me that this wall was symbolic of the "partition" that currently separates us, and although it seems formidable at times, it was easy enough to cross into the other area where he was and see him when I wanted.  It was so comforting to know that...and just to be with him again.