Noidi

The old noidi took her drum & slowly started to beat.I laid back & relaxed,closing mine eyes.

Soon i was under its  hypnotic spell & fell deeply within myself.

I could feel something coming,approaching from out of nowhere,& then i saw a shape, hurrying towards me, but in slow motion.A horse, or perhaps a large dog it was,dodging its head up & down,nearing me with every forward leap.Then there was a loud crack,pulling me back to my room with the old noidi.

A powerful wind forced itself on the walls of my cottage,threatening to flatten it.
The old noidi pointed his finger on her drum.There was drawn a dog with horses mane, running.
In the same instance she removed her finger from his drum,the wind stopped,and it was silent again.
I listened for a while,but there was no storm roaming outside.The old noidi hid her face,but i could nevertheless feel him smiling from behind her cover up of shadows & light.
Somedays later i would find myself working with great energy,& Lo! In my dreams i would run across great plains,competing with gazelles & wild horses.
It also did occur that i woke in the dusk of morning, with sore leg muscles,& the all too familiar horses breath.
& there was more,but  details of such privacy,that i aught not reveal them here,lest i be corrupted by temptations of my imagination,Nay, worse,the  lingering ecchoes  of my egoic eruptions.