dream walkings

Idaho 2020

The lake is full of action this morning. Sky is grey with no sign of blue. It matters not to me, I am here with She who is most beautiful, and hearing her body crash and lap onto the shore is a balm for my wounds both inside and out.

I am blessed to have been here three times this year and look forward to a fourth next month with just my Mother and Sister. The storm of the past two days has brought new treasures to the shore and I plan to explore every inch! Rain looks to be on the horizon to the South and West, and after that perhaps the sun will grace us with her presence. No eagles to disturb this morning. Just me, the rocks, the mountains, sky and lake. Perfect. I came alone this time, to see my Brother, whom I have not seen in five long years. I admit it was fun to surprise them all, and to be away from the madness, the riots, the censorship of existence. I feel like a prisoner in California right now.

I see disrespect and destruction here at the beach from unchecked children. But I digress, this place is so free and open to me that I can truly let go and relax here alone at the shore. The lake is warm and inviting even as whipped up as it is. What wonderful secrets lie beneath the surface?

I wish I could hear the stories from all the mothers before me that have come to these healing and bountiful shores. This lake is a sacred place where many have found sustenance and solace. I have found much proof of these women and their families over the years. I have seen and placed my hands where their hands have left messages many thousands of years ago, of the numbers of bear they accepted food, warmth and tools from. It was their way and I know they accepted each life that nourished them with respect, as a gift, and gave thanks.