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Your Animals Dreams

Which animals are roaming wild on the vast velt of your imagination? Any sitings in dreams, or visions? 

I'd love to hear about them: Please join this site and post to start a conversation!

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Black Bear Here

It wasn't more than a couple hours after waking up in my primitive cabin on my first full day in Eagle River, Alaska, that three bears -- Mama and her two second-year cubs -- came sauntering by my window. The next two days I spied other bears on the trail and on the land, and wrote a poem. Yesterday I was editing it at Jitter's Cafe, when one of my vision quest co-guides called me to tell me about his recent questing experience on the East Coast. He shared that for the first time in his life, he had seen one of his "power animals" in the wild that had never visited him in the flesh: a black bear. I was so excited hearing his profound story, I forgot to mention that I was editing a poem at that very moment about a black bear. 

When questers return from their solo, it is the role of the guides to mirror their story back to them. Often that "mirroring" is a poetic or mythical reflection of the significance and transformational elements of their spiritual and material journeys. I love the synchronicity that a poem came to me that poignantly reflects my co-guides experience (and of course, my own) even before he told me his story. I hope this will inspire you, the reader, to pay attention to the wildness outside of you, and within! 

Black Bear Here

There is something about the crackling 

of branches, the sway of green, the parting 

of the grasses; the two dark triangles 

poking up from the sea of Devil’s Club 

like miniature shark fins synchronized in swim.

When she sashays onto the path, her black 

eyes meet mine, blue; the bruise between us heals.

Lightening strikes itself. In between the push and pull

of fear and love, from the cave emerges hope.

She’s only going about her day, like us.

I wonder if the chalky sound of shoes on rocks 

and the danger of our vicious possibilities 

thrills her into awareness, too? 

We only worship light because it leans 

up against the darkness.

We only cherish life when death is panting 

and rubbing up against our trembling thighs. 

We only belly laugh when the relief 

that nothing worse can happen rises up 

as phoenix from the ashes of our grief

into the revelation that we stalk the

fabled beast to encounter ourselves. 

Do bears chuckle like people and parrots? 

I have heard them cry 

when they think no one else is listening. 

Simple Beauty In My Garden

Photos by Amy Beth Katz c

Power Animal For July Lizard

http://paradisefoundsantabarbara.com/articles/power-animal-for-july-lizard-by-backyard-shaman-amy-katz-m-a-2/

From blazing hot days to cold, blusterous nights; parched, rainless deserts to breezy ocean beaches, there is one animal that survives in these extremes and adapts to rapacious changes of landscape and climate, thriving where few other creatures can exist. Meet Lizard.

Lizard is guardian of the Dreamtime, of sacred ceremony, of vision. He taught our indigenous ancestors how to survive without water for days on end, conquer loneliness in desolate places, leave behind the past for a chance at tomorrow and to dance with the sun.

Now, it is your turn to dance for a vision for your people; to go into the sweat lodge and surrender to your own soul and to the soul of the world;  to do push-ups on the ledge of your imagination.

Let Lizard be your guide to the underworld. Imitate him in your backyard. Follow him into your dreams at night, into your waking fantasies in the light, and pay close attention. Lizard has strong senses and perceives with great clarity: a forked tongue in many species allows them to pick up trails of scent and know the locale of friend and foe, danger and salvation, long before they cross each others’ paths, long before destiny has a chance to act. Lizard the symbol is freedom. Freedom to go where you want, be whom you want. Those who don’t know this are trapped like a Lizard in a pet store cage.

Isn’t it time to open the door? Let the wild ones show you the way!

Fear is a vast landscape, and for most of us, lasts longer than a reptile’s tail but evolution has been kind to the lizard, and to humanity. When a predator grabs him from behind, he can release the tail and escape; he may grow another back that is stronger and less vulnerable. People can do the same, metaphorically speaking, by letting go of that which has ahold of them. By shedding our past, our destructive relationships, habits and limiting thoughts, we have a real chance of regeneration. But, lizards can only release their tail once: one “get out of jail free” card. All God’s creatures need to choose wisely and know the difference between real danger and existential fear.

Lizard knows with her body. Her skin is thick, but she has heightened sensitivity. Many of her kind, like chameleons, can open their cells to the sun and change color at will, for purposes of camouflage, communication, and flirtation. How many tones and shades make up your technicolor dreamcoat? Maybe its time for you to show your true colors…