- Jul 20, 2016
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Two mornings ago, I awoke from a powerful dream. I was still breathing hard and filled with purpose and anxiety. Like I said - a powerful dream.
I was walking around the outskirts of a mountain town when I saw a mountain lion with 3 cubs. She was carrying them on her back, and one slipped off into a small, fast moving stream that ran into the town. Mom ran after it, and I did, too because I was worried about the intersection of a mother lion and the people. She got the cub out of the water, but there were people around getting anxious. I communicated to the lion that she needed to leave immediately (before official types arrived and did something stupid). I was running with her back up the street to make sure she had safe passage, but the cub that fell into the stream was having a tough time. I scooped up the cub and put it inside my coat and continued running with the mom. She kept her eyes on me, and I was very nervous about the whole situation. Finally, we got to the forest beyond the town. I set the cub down (which was almost dry) near her, and they all went off into the woods.
Obviously I was not going back to sleep anytime soon, so I got up and reflected on the dream. I knew I was the mountain lion. This makes sense to me because I've had experiences with the lion people, and I can see why I would pick a "local" lion as a symbol. The cubs represented gifts, ideas, etc. that are in the young stages.
Why the drama of a near miss for the lion and cubs and why was I there to help? The night before I'd been reading stuff about Weinstein and was most unhappy with the people who made millions with him but said they did not know. These people were just as complicit because they maintained the environment where powerful money-makers are given a free pass.
I realized that I had gotten too involved in this issue and was not looking at it from a neutral, observer stance, but from an emotional one. Coming down into the place of all the turmoil was not doing me any good.
Message received.
I was walking around the outskirts of a mountain town when I saw a mountain lion with 3 cubs. She was carrying them on her back, and one slipped off into a small, fast moving stream that ran into the town. Mom ran after it, and I did, too because I was worried about the intersection of a mother lion and the people. She got the cub out of the water, but there were people around getting anxious. I communicated to the lion that she needed to leave immediately (before official types arrived and did something stupid). I was running with her back up the street to make sure she had safe passage, but the cub that fell into the stream was having a tough time. I scooped up the cub and put it inside my coat and continued running with the mom. She kept her eyes on me, and I was very nervous about the whole situation. Finally, we got to the forest beyond the town. I set the cub down (which was almost dry) near her, and they all went off into the woods.
Obviously I was not going back to sleep anytime soon, so I got up and reflected on the dream. I knew I was the mountain lion. This makes sense to me because I've had experiences with the lion people, and I can see why I would pick a "local" lion as a symbol. The cubs represented gifts, ideas, etc. that are in the young stages.
Why the drama of a near miss for the lion and cubs and why was I there to help? The night before I'd been reading stuff about Weinstein and was most unhappy with the people who made millions with him but said they did not know. These people were just as complicit because they maintained the environment where powerful money-makers are given a free pass.
I realized that I had gotten too involved in this issue and was not looking at it from a neutral, observer stance, but from an emotional one. Coming down into the place of all the turmoil was not doing me any good.
Message received.