Just that one word dreamed the night of January 1st.
Last evening all my Bear Circle animals gathered in front of the 8 flickering candles (intentions I had set for this coming year) – most were about the loving the Earth, my body, the bodies of animals and trees, giving thanks for gifts offered in 2018.
The animals were walking towards the evergreen wreath, my Circle of Life, soon to enter the Great Round. My fervent hope was that during this human induced ‘sixth extinction’ some would find a way to survive…
Telling stories through stone animals is something the child has been doing for almost 40 years when I first dreamed the “Bear Circle”… Sometimes these stories ‘work’ and sometimes not. But I never stop the child’s meanderings for often she knows more than I do…
As I spoke my intentions, opened my palms and sang my song, Lily b offered his blessing.
Heat pulsed through my opened hands.
I had been heard.
Staring into the flames of the candle at the center of the wreath, I imagined the animals walking through to a kinder place where all creatures and trees were loved.
Even as my heart broke.
So many losses and more to come.
Even in the dream the word remains a question… perhaps opening to unimaginable possibility?
This morning there was no sunrise.
Eight Ravens brought in the day.
Messengers from the Beyond witness what is, will be.
Sara is a naturalist, ethologist ( a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Northern New Mexico.