Sunday, 1/22/06

Hello..... One of my passions is writing. I haven't done any for quite some time but I mean to change that. Occasionally I will put one of my writings on here for your enjoyment. I hope you like them. Until next time.. Take care. (((HUGS))) Jan

Dreams can be wonderful. Come join me for a ride to dreamland and the The Safe Place.


Your dreamscape takes you to the beautiful north woods where you find yourself beside a small man-made pond. By the brilliant light of a full moon, you see a house close by, clothed in darkness. You hear a noise, look up, and see a doe with her white-speckled fawn at her side, emerge from the woods. Listen . . . and see what the creatures have to say.

"No Mama, I'm afraid," says the fawn called Littleone. "I don't want to be here."

The doe looks down at her little son with love and says, "It's ok, Littleone. You have no reason to be afraid here."

"But Mama," replies Littleone, "humans live here. Aren't we suppose to be afraid of them?"

"Yes, but this is the place I told you about. This is the safe place. The Anishinaanabe who live here are
different," Mama Waawaashkeshi reassures her son.

Looking around, sniffing the air, pawing the ground, Littleone asks, "But why are they different and why is this called the safe place?"

"I really don't know," replies Mama. "I just know that all the creatures of the woods are welcome here. We come here to drink, eat, and play, without the worry of being hurt. And therefore it has come to be called, The Safe Place."

Just then a fat raccoon comes waddling by, heading for the food bowels that are filled with corn, sunflower seeds and other tasty morsels.

"Good evening Esiban," greets Mama.

"Good evening Mama Waawaashkeshi, good evening to you and your dear son. Yes, yes, mighty fine
evening," remarks Raccoon.

"Littleone," says Mama, "Esiban is one of the oldest and wisest of the animals in these woods. Maybe he can answer your questions."

"Esiban, uh, sir, excuse me, but can you tell me why this is the Safe Place, and why the humans here are
different?" Littleone asks hesitantly.

The raccoon looks up from the feed bowel with a partially eaten banana in his paws and replies, "Different, yes, yes, different. Well, you see, the Anishinaanabe who live here have love in their hearts. They love our Earth Mother and all Her creatures. They also hear the heartbeat."

Puzzled, Littleone asks, "Heartbeat? What heartbeat, Esiban?"

"Mother Earth's, Mother Earth's heartbeat," replies Raccoon. "You can hear it too if you'd just listen when you lie down. Put your ear against the ground and listen. You'll hear it."

The speckled fawn plops himself on the ground with his ear against the soft grass. "I hear it! I hear it Mama! Esiban, please tell me what this means," Littleone excitedly asks.

"It means that Mother Earth IS . . . She is the heart of our BEing," replies the wise old raccoon. "She has nurtured Her children, the four-legged and the two-legged, for a long time. She has taken care of us, yet littl has been given back to Her. She is laboring now and one day soon, She will rise up and give birth to a new land. A land where the four-legged and the two-legged will live together as one. A land where She won't be robbed of Her precious possessions. She will be respected and honored again. That's why these "Anishinaanabe are different. They know what's coming. They have built this pond for all of us, blessed it
with sage, tobacco, the four directions. They have made this safe place for us and made Mother Earth beautiful here. They give our Earth Mother the love, respect and honor She deserves and Mother Earth is pleased. This place is as it should be and as it will be."

With that said, the old raccoon waddles toward the woods and as he passes, you can hear him say, "Good
evening, good evening. Yes, yes, mighty fine evening."

Mama Waawaashkeshi and Littleone drink their fill at the pond and turn to head home to bed. It is then you realize you have learned a very special lesson tonight and it's time for you to head home too.





I hope you have enjoyed this dreamscape and will return to read others in the future. Until then, may your
dreams tonight be happy memories tomorrow.

Sweet Dreams,

Jan

Dream Fairy Weaver