On Tuesday,
November 27th, 2007, I dreamed:
Eagle Drops Me
a Feather
Lounging
outside in the yard with Barbara, watching something “classic” on a small T.V.
Suddenly, I
look up into the sky and see an eagle flying very high. There seems to be a smaller bird flying
beside/below it-- getting lower...
I realize it is
a feather falling right from that eagle!
I think about running after it to catch it, or following the path with
my eyes so I can find the fallen feather when it lands. But I do not get up, as I know it is falling right for/onto me.
It lands right
on me—a longish, downy under-feather of the eagle. I am holding it by the stem, leaning back
against Barbara. I wonder if she is in
need of healing (thinking it is a healing feather/rite.) She is cautioning me about the prickly
under-spines, under the downy feather.
Then I spy a
crystal in the yard. It is
Barbara’s. She said she put crystals all
over last time she was here.
Though there is
much to draw upon for deeper understanding of self, and where one is at, here,
I am going to focus on the feather.
Upon reflecting
on this dream later in the morning, it occurred to me that I had just picked-up
a very similar feather on the rail trail.
I have seen herons there and entertained the idea of this being a
feather of a white heron. This bird has
been a totem animal for me, ever since I dreamed that I was a heron: Landing with my heavy wings and large body,
then just looking at three white herons standing on the river bank. Robin Larsen drew the scene, exactly. at the CSS dream group.
I showed the
downy, white feather with a symmetrically curved crown and horizontal black stripe across the top, to a young naturalist who has made birds his primary
study. He said it looks like a domesticated turkey feather. I could see this right away, as the shape was
that of a wild turkey tail feather.
So, what does
all this mean to me?
My associations
with turkey are that of the Choctaw people, as represented in David Carson’s “Medicine
Cards”
.
Turkey is the “give-away” bird. This resonates on many levels for me. One being the give-away I attended where this
same young naturalist offered a party- a venison feast, in honor of “getting”
his first big game with bow and arrow.
For me, eagle
symbolizes the pinnacle of being connected to something greater than my small life.
Eagle drops me a feather is like eagle
dropping me a line. Spirit is
calling. And deep in my visual memory, I
see the line that falling feather traced.
Birds flying in
a line, is a dream image I have encountered along the way. Also, the dreams of feathers, finding
feathers, being given a feather are very relevant to me in my personal mythology. As I write this, I am thinking of the dream
in which I am making-out with a tall, standing bald eagle who is smoking a wing
feather, then putting it in my back pocket!
Another dream occurs
to me strongly, and that is tracing the progression of birds evolving or
migrating, with my finger.
I hope to draw
the image of the path of the feather streaming down from high in the blue sky
and landing on my body, a semi-circle of round stones stacked as a wall, behind
my head. As of yet, I only have the
scratchy, morning sketch in my dream journal.
From working
with a friend in our Living Dream group on this dream, we came up with an
affirmative statement, “The miracle is in both receiving and giving.” And of course, in being Thankful! gobble, gobble ; )
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