bats and eagles

miles is sitting in his morning entertainment saucer that turns him into a busy little guy at his workstation. i just heard myself saying to him, as i refilled my coffee cup, "just a few more minutes, little guy, mommy's still plugging into her power source." i had to laugh at myself for several reasons. he is so very busy chewing on a rubber star that i doubt he heard a word i said. also because when i get online in the morning and check the blogs of my powerwomen, i recharge on your wisdoms, inklings and our space-agey "connection". thank you for your nuggets of gold. the world feels right this morning. night before last i had a very strange dream. in the dark basement of a newly purchased haunted house, a bat flew repeatedly into my head. i flailed my arms once in a while to move it along on its way. i wasn't creeped out by its leathery wings and screechy sounds. i've actually touched a bat before so the sensation was familiar. (we get bats in the house here on the mountain). bats are all about change, initiation, a new way of seeing things or being. but most fun and noteworthy, it reflects an increased opportunity with greater numbers of people. i am intrigued and can't wait to see how this will manifest. when wild things attack me in any way, dream or other, i feel they are really trying hard to get me to notice their message or medicine. so in last night's dream, a dozen bald eagles circled over me and kept dive bombing as if they would scoop me up in their giant talons and carry me off! i had to scurry for cover. bald eagles indicate all sorts of heavy stuff-but most significant to me right now is their message of psychic ability (white head) and lofty connection to the heavens. i have experienced an increase in my connection to my primitive self (root chakra/baby birth), but i feel SO grounded and earth mama that i haven't been feeling that opening at the crown of my head that keeps me connected to spirit. it doesn't really surprise me that my unconscious messages are coming to me in dreams now, considering how my attention is on other matters during my wake time. *sigh* with a new baby, there is simply not time for everything to be the same as it once was. a mentor of mine likes to remind me that i am connected, just not in the way i expect to be. when i remember that, it brings me comfort. being a creature of habit, it takes another person to hold up the mirror and show me that indeed, my truth is showing through. in order for me to "see" the reality around me, i want to remember to use all of the lenses available to me. not just the ones that have become most comfy over the years.... asked with humor: is there anyone out there who is as nuts about animal medicine as i am?


Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

the shaman ...you talk my kind of language.

3/29/2006 11:37:00 AM  
Anonymous amy said...

you betcha, I'm constantly analyzing how animals appear to me in my dreams, and even if one in particular is occupying my thoughts. I have a very well-worn copy of the Medicine Cards book. The other night I had a vivid dream of stinging sea creatures....

3/29/2006 11:51:00 AM  
Blogger Wendy said...


Bradford Morrow

The bat had pursued a disturbance, a radar trace, an insect wave, and as he did, the echo patterns turned on him from tapestry of leaf and land to angle, wall and floor-the floor on which he fell, a drab brown wing blur. He did not want to be found hiding under your bed, but made it there on achy finger-bones, his coffee-drop eyes blinded by the light of your lamp, the very light his prey had found attractive. I am your father, and know how right it may be for you not to heed sometimes my words. Listen to me now. We have earned this moment together. Switch off the lamp. Forget the broomstick your crueler human heart would lead you to get from the pantry. You don't want to obliterate his misery, but end it. Forget also the macabre and hateful wives' tales about him. The pipistrel does not want to be tangled in your hair. He does not want to drink your blood. He wants to continue on his way, cutting dazzling eights through air and etching arabesques. He wants to pick mosquitoes out of the thrumming darkness, mosquitoes who do want your blood. Go to the blanket chest and get out the Hudson Bay, our family's oldest. Gather him up in that blanket, so he lies in a double darkness, warm and safe. Hold him, and know he is a living being, precise as a scientist, shy as a hermit. Take him out to the second-story porch. Set him down. Calmly open the folds of the blanket and if you are still afraid, so be it, and into the house you may run. If not, though, lie down in the warm night and wait and watch him recover his sense of place, his animal dignity. Show patience, there is a reward. He is in no hurry, knowing you do not intend to destroy him. Soon he'll stir, bringing curious life to the blanket. Then he will fly, his warm mammal blood and mammal fingers rising with him. Your mammal character may fly up, too-high, erratic, sonic, loose--and when it returns toyour there on the porch, you can weave it, with the merest touch in the act of folding, into the blanket. Anyone who sleeps under the blanket thereafter will have bat-blessed dreams of the sweetest kind, dreams from which they will always awaken refreshed.

3/29/2006 01:18:00 PM  
Blogger penelope said...

Love this post about experiencing spirituality in different ways, but it's always there. Good for me to keep in mind. A few weeks ago I felt really connected and now I feel like I'm just grasping for straws. Ebb and flow.

Oddly... my spirit felt like it was fleeing when I took on art directing a campaign for my old agency (still working on the bitch, too). Why have I not thought about that till now?

As always, miss pix, you're amazing. :)

3/29/2006 02:26:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

now girlie, you KNOW i am. i spent the entire day waiting for critters to cross my path...xo jen gray

3/29/2006 04:15:00 PM  
Blogger The Whole Self said...

power source...i love it! i second that emotion.

3/30/2006 03:11:00 AM  
Blogger Ally Bean said...

i am connected, just not in the way i expect to be

the story of my life. and i need to remember that it's okay. thx for the post.

3/30/2006 05:04:00 AM  

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