dream walkings

Idaho September 2024

We are in the in-between. It is no longer summer, nor is it yet fall.

The lake is busy this morning spreading news of the storm. The scents of wet driftwood and leaves fill the air. I took a chance on the water and it was pleasantly warm, but the chill did come when I stepped out and up onto the cold rocks. Rocks smoothed by millennia and graciously construct our beach.

Eagle is thoroughly enjoying the wind! Two of the four playing (or arguing ~ hard to tell sometimes), locked claws in a twirl right in front of me as I sat looking for arrowheads. Just 20 yards offshore, they were too low to carry on for more than a few seconds. Four giant eagles soaring and screeching ~ what a sight!

Slivers of golden flakes found but nothing whole…except something totally unexpected. What looks like an ancient fishing lure finely crafted from bone with a fine indentation around the middle where it was wrapped and secured with a strand of sinew. So many questions I would like to ask the ghost of the man or woman that so carefully crafted this tool. Grandmother holds so many secrets.

Waves crash, sun alights, rocks shimmer and glimmer, clouds glide together. I am drawn out, out of “me” and into the cosmos, where I belong.