A Dream and a Lesson

There was one dream that stood out it was as if it was another life, you would say disturbing and filled at first with fear that then it turns into something else. 

I am an American Indian? We run, my swifter young brother and I, we are pursued we were young and foolish we sought to hunt (we were not supposed to), we are now the hunted. Now we fled in fear there was still a little snow on the ground spring was at hand wolves pursued us. We see a tree we climb, five summers I had seen, my heart races, we are almost safe, my hand slips, I fall, my cry is one of despair, for death waits at the foot of the tree (the pack).

Can you imagine the fear I felt, I faced the unknown. I would not see another summer. And yet I despaired for my brother he would live, he was safe above me, he would watch me die. All this was in my cry. Time slows and calm has taken me my fear pours away.

The heart replays my life, all the memories so pleasant and dear, it quickly approaches the moment of now. I see again the chase, yet this time our choice was not foolish,

We had chosen this path, this game. The joyous laughter of the pack at our offering, our run not in fear but a contest, the prize to be won. We were swift yet they had earned the prize, I was the prize the offering of life. I honored these my brothers below with my gift. The earth receives me, the swiftest of my brothers kisses my throat in thanks and prayer, I close my eyes in sleep.

Mark

What lesson learned that not all occurrences are evil from all perspectives. We place value judgments on all that occurs to us and we label it evil or wrong, when in the broader schema of the universe a purpose is served. Not our purpose but a broader one then self.

Where do dreams come from, I do not know, and even in dreams there is life and struggle and change and learning.