Loves Dream

Whispering Willow’s heart lay broken when she stood over looking the canyons valley below her. Tears no longer fell. Her voice of hope within her grew as still as the hot desert air around her. She felt a stranger here in this place she had always known. The voices of the children, her friends, and family had been silenced when the war party came through last week. She had been a mile away gathering cactus water. When she saw the smoke of her village rising high she had dropped her clay water jar hearing the jar break as it landed on the red packed earth beside this path she was on, and started running home. To late to help, she knew, but where else was she to go. No warning alarm had been sounded, or she would have come sooner.

Whispering Willow’s agony tore at her soul when she had come into the village. Nothing seemed real, and yet her eyes told her what she did not want to know. She was just 16, and her promised marriage was to be in one month. Instead of a wedding dress she would be making the burial fires. Instead of laughter, and joy, she knew sorrow she could not explain. The burial fires would both tear her heart apart, and call forth her spirit helpers to offer a prayer for the long journey her village would now take without her into the spirit world. She would also let go of her desires to be with those she loved, not holding any back by her need of them, as their flesh made shells had been laid down for this life. This was also in sacred remembrances of their way of life, as she had been taught. She no longer feared the war parties return when they would see the spirit smoke that would rise higher than the war parties own flames. She had worked without end for two days, and a night before time slipped away, and still all that helped her were the flies, and vultures that circled her.

Now she stood on the canyons rim not knowing where to go from here. Her eyes shown with the energy of the full moons light. Her flesh was cold. Her heart burned with the deserts heat as if inside she were both ice, and flames that would not be quenched. As she stood here her Grandmother’s fragrance cradled her.

In the sky above the valley’s floor these words were written. {When a person loves for their own glories, selfishness, and ego alone, they will never understand what being love really means. When the Being within becomes Love, the surrendering is never about giving up, but about moving into the ultimate total vulnerability where love moves with strength, passion, and the power of one within the greater dream. Love is not about believing, but becomes an unshakeable choice to trust that is magnified into the breath of wholeness beyond what the flesh alone knows.}

Lightening crossed the sky. Rain came in dancing sheets looking like gray shredded curtains. Thunder grew so loud one could not hear their own heart beat. Whispering Willow screamed herself awake. What is real, and what is a dream is sometimes hard to tell. The truth is we will face our fears, our selfishness, our hearts, and those we love in a million different ways. When the choice to be loved, or become love is opened within you the questions not answered will offer a place for the spirit to stretch, and grow beyond the pain and joys we think we understand.

Grandmother medicine woman sang softly to Whispering Willow as the dream faded. Grandmother medicine woman knew one day Whispering Willow would be a powerful Medicne dreamer. In the morning Grandmother asked Whispering Willow to share the dream she had had with the rest of the village. The elders listened. That day they packed up, and headed up the canyon to a cave they sometimes sheltered in. They had been in the cave for about a week when an avalanche of mud, and rocks fell covering the place the village had been. Had they stayed, not wanting to change, or follow the message before them they all would have been lost.

Whispering Willow gathered white sage, and cactus flowers, and offered blessings to Mother Earth for her watchful care over those she loved. Then she wrote this song on the caves wall.

Heart in simple gratitude,
stay tender, and whole.
Love abide in all.
Spirit, may this beauty you offer,
and gift we share without fear,
Be sung from souls inner flames.
Be the dream, or life we live
Heart stay tender, whole, and true.

When one is not afraid to go to the depths of their own heart in truth, they will not fear to be the love that takes them deeper into the lives, and dreams they came this far to know. When one is not true to their own hearts inside, how then will they ever be true to the life they seek to lead. May Love forever be our guide inside.