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 entering. Our community dressed in full regalia, guided by the women’s voices, while the blessings flowed like a river of light. 

I joined the dancers, surrounded by the rhythm of the moment. In the tight space, I felt my worries begin to dissolve. I surrendered them to the Creator, allowing the energy of the dance to enter my spirit. My hands moved, swaying with the drum’s heartbeat, creating waves of healing as the crowd danced in unison. The power surged as more joined, and we became one in that sacred space.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that many of those in attendance were spirits who had already crossed over. It filled me with warmth to see them, to share in that prayer, to feel the strength of our connection. It was truly a powerful blessing. 

In this dream, I was reminded of the beauty of our community, both seen and unseen, and the profound connections that bind us all together in love and healing.

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