My dream catcher hasn’t been working that well lately. I have had it for 10 plus years and maybe it has caught so many of my nightmares, sifted through the good ones and sent the bad ones through the hole, that I might need to let it rest. Although my dreams are not as scary as they used to be, they are still very weird and vivid, like mini-clips of stories of someone’s (maybe mine) funky life.

I dream in living color and wake up feeling like I have actually just lived in that little clip of the funky life. I awaken from those dreams feeling very groggy and sluggish as if I am in a fog. It takes a good hot shower to get me up and alive and motivated for my day.

Today is one of those days, and ya girl needed extra boost to make it out the door this morning. So, I grabbed my stones………..

I live in Northern Wisconsin and am surrounded by Native American land, Chequamegon National Forest, Indian Reservation, very spiritual grounds. I have always been fascinated by the Native culture. I have many friends who are Native American and my paternal grandmother was half Indian, I believe Ojibwe or Sioux.

A few years back, a friend of mine took me to a Pow Wow and it was awesome. At the end of the Pow Wow, they invite you to join in the dance. That was one of the best experiences I have had and it was a lot of fun. I have also attended an Indian healing ceremony for one of my girlfriends who was going through a rough patch in her life. That was so moving and I think I got cleansed myself. If you ever get the chance to experience any type of ceremony which involves Native healing, partake……….. you won’t regret it.

Anyway, after the Pow Wow I was headed to my car and stopped by one of the booths to see what they had which might interest me. There was an Indian Chief in full headdress sitting at the back of one of the tables and he had a basket full of stones in front of him. I walked up and asked if I could buy one of the stones. He gave me a gentle nod. I found a smooth purple stone which had little flecks of gray throughout. I handed it to the Chief and he held onto my hand for a moment and said a little prayer of some kind then dropped my stone into a tiny velvet bag and tied the string. He said that I should never allow another to touch my stone and when I felt the need for strength that I should put the stone in my pocket and touch it throughout the day.

Unbeknownst to me, my friend was also getting me a gift at a different booth. As we were walking back to the car, she handed me another little pouch which had a Hematite stone in it. So, today ol’ girl is fully loaded with armor. I have my Hematite stone around my neck. My purple stone in my pocket and am also wearing my Tiger’s Eye earrings.

When I walked out the door this morning, I felt a virtual calm over my whole body, and it may be “all in my head” but isn’t that where all our powers lie??!!