Blessings
This morning, I was gifted a dream that felt like a sacred blessing. I found myself at work, but it was different—a new location resembling a store, where we were meant to serve as legal advocates for our people. It was a beautiful space, filled with Indigenous creations, as others busily prepared for the opening. I couldn’t help but smile at the warmth and spirit evident all around. Yet, my heart felt heavy with worry for Conan. Even though I knew he was safe, anxiety crept in, whispering that something was amiss. I felt a pull, as though he needed to reach me in a moment of urgency. I hung my jacket in a cubby, my cell phone tucked inside, but when I went back to find it, the space was crowded with other coats, making it impossible to reach my phone. The office continued to fill with people, and I felt the tension rise, knowing I couldn't connect just yet. Then, the traditional people arrived. With every announcement, joy filled the air as they sang and danced upon...