I told him about how Native Americans sometimes believed that a human could shapeshift into animals or birds. That they could adapt the qualities of a certain animal or bird for use in human life. And that some tribes believed that one was born into a specific animal or bird clan.
I love to wake up slowly in the morning. Relaxing in meditation, I drift between sleep and wakefulness while I roam the state of consciousness known as the “hypnopompic” zone, a slice of time when images flash beneath the lids of my closed eyes.
I thought about what courage really means for everyday heroes who go through life unrecognized. They are the quiet ones who, day in and day out, serve their soul’s calling in seemingly small ways. In the end, they create a more empowered life for their loved ones and for their communities.
It took a bit of time to process the notion of how I had dreamed of the moon card number at the same time there was a full moon, not knowing eighteen was the number on that card. One thing I knew for sure; my tiny dream had drawn my attention to the moon card, and I needed to determine its meaning for me.
When we approached one of the pools in the Oldfields Gardens near the Lilly House, Colton asked if I had a coin. “It’s a place to wish,” He said. I told him that I didn’t have one, but that a person could make a wish with anything he might consider valuable, like a special stone. He ran off searching for that something special. It turned out to be a rose petal.
My encounters with the hawk have been a tap on the shoulder, advising me to take a closer look at things, to see beyond the obvious, to observe situations around me with a clearer focus, and to view the world from a higher perspective without losing sight of important details.
I was learning to “shift gears,” and “stand aside from my own experience, and examine it with a much better perspective.” When I let go and simply resonated with the essence of the mountain, expecting to see miraculous spirited beauty, Nature was all too willing to respond. My personal dreamer’s school lessons were found within the Soul of the Mountain.
16FebA Rose by Many Names
I packed up my statue of Athena, a camera with two lenses and a shamanic drum for my part in their program. Two dear friends made the drive with me. After two days of heart-fed activities, soulful interactions and rich dream narratives, I returned home with a gorgeous red rose, a journal filled with notes, and precious connections to a circle of new friends. The following is a poetic expression that summarizes portions of my experience.
I add to Tom’s words. “The full force of love stands behind you, above you, below you and around you.” This is his gift to me from the other side of Death. But I know I still have an important assignment to complete for our son’s gift.
I experienced the companionship of loving friends and the sharing of dreams. I delighted in pristine Nature where the clear night sky is sprinkled with a glittery cosmos of stars, where wild birdsong greets the sunrise, where leaf-covered nature trails wind around a stunning blue lake, and where the unseen world is made visible again for those ready to see it.