I had a dream of a mother bird, possibly an eagle owl, flying with one wing. The other wing was just resting, nestled against her side. She was flying around, trying to gather her young, guiding them back to her nest.
I have been working on what the ancestors tell us, of the birthing power of water and the new universe of the bright cell, the bright being, which come with prayer.
The Tree, the Horse, the Heart and the Spirit Line.
I am beginning to understand about the need to respect the natural laws of ebbing and flowing.