•☯• dream catcher •☯•

The sickly sweet aroma of  summer’s fruits gone over-ripe sent me wandering back…  reminding me of  a fervid summer day that was the last time I could claim my life as my own.

It was the final year of  The Thirty Year Drought.  Of  course,  no one knew then that the rains would return in a matter of  weeks.  The crops weren’t worth harvesting and the hard,  shriveled fruits were left to rot on the vines.  The heavy perfume of  the grotesque vegetation was so thick I could see it ~ a blue haze that insinuated itself  into the dust that was everywhere.

Both my parents took the day work they could find in town,  insisting that I stay on the farm to protect what little of  value was left.  Though only fifteen,  I’d gotten damn good with the old pump-action shotgun.  Stupid fucking men thinking I was just a piece of  ass they could enjoy before they stripped our place clean of  whatever they could eat,  drink or carry off.  None of  the neighbors cared how we kept our pigs fed as long as we shared the meat whenever we slaughtered one.

I hoped that helping others to survive would spare me from eternal damnation but,  with every life I took,  I felt my future dying as the Earth died all around me.  I spent my days sitting on the front porch waiting for the marauders,  shotgun hidden in the folds of  my skirt,  decorating grapevine hoops with felt from our one remaining sheep,  as well as found feathers and pretty stones.  I hung them all along the porch eaves.

I’d taken to watching a spider spinning its webs inside the hoops,  one after another.  By the time the spider had wound the last thread,  it no longer seemed strange to me that he had started at one end and moved,  hoop by hoop,  to the opposite end of  the porch.  I wasn’t at all surprised when the wise-looking spider spoke to me.

“I  have brought you an opportunity to help Humankind and the Earth”  he whispered,  “if  you have the courage to devote yourself  to their needs.”  “What would I have to do?”  I asked hesitantly.

“Between the two of  us,  we have created dream catchers which hold the destiny of  the future within them.  They will only work if  the People believe in the Great Spirit and in the power of  the dream catchers.  You must go to each Human and speak to them when they are sleeping,  giving them the faith they are lacking.  Leave a dream catcher hanging above their bed so that it may filter their good ideas,  dreams and visions to them while they slumber.  The bad ones will be trapped and will not pass.  In this way,  they will discover the actions that need to be taken to heal the Earth and bring balance to all Life.”

I could not refuse the honour of  being chosen for such an important task.  It did not take long for Humans to begin to solve the problems of  the world.  A way to seed clouds to make rain was working in less than a month;  new farming techniques were developed which helped to feed everyone.  With their newfound faith,  violence ceased.  All of  the deadly sins were vanquished.  Those with material goods shared.  Those with knowledge taught.  Those with hearts full of  love and compassion cared for those who were unable to care for themselves.  Life flourished as others began to spread the Faith we all need to have in ourselves to succeed.

The spider and I continue to make dream catchers to deliver around the world.  His companionship is a treasure I truly cherish.

Working together
Gives individuals strength
United we thrive

•☯•


“Dreamcatcher”   Secret Garden

Poetry form ~

Haibun
(Japanese: 俳文 haikai writings) is a literary composition that combines prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and includes, but is not limited to, the following forms of prose:  autobiography,  biography,  diary,  essay,  history,  prose poem,  short story and travel literature…..

A haibun may record a scene, or a special moment, in a highly descriptive and objective manner or may occupy a wholly fictional or dream-like space. The accompanying haiku may have a direct or subtle relationship with the prose and encompass or hint at the gist of what is recorded in the prose sections…..

Contemporary practice of haibun composition in English is evolving rapidly. Generally, a haibun consists of one or more paragraphs of prose written in a concise,  imagistic  haikai  style,  and one or more haiku…..Read More

image ~ “dreamcatchers”  by  media123
creative commons license

the history of  dream catchers

how to make a dream catcher

a wonderful reading of  the poem “The Spider and the Fly”
with the poem in print on the screen~


“The Spider and the Fly”  by  Mary Howitt

“Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly.”
‘The Spider and the Fly’   Mary Howitt   1829

the mortal or deadly sins

originally posted  19 August 2012,  this seemed fitting to re-post with blog4peace having just been on Monday

“Dreamcatcher”   Secret Garden

lyrics ~

Hear my silent prayer,  heed my quiet call
When the dark and blue surround you
Step into my sigh,  look inside the light
You will know that I have found you

Hear my silent prayer,  heed my quiet call
When the dark and blue surround you
Step into my sigh,  look inside the light
You will know that I have found you

4 Comments

Filed under Creative Every Day, haibun, haiku, NaBloPoMo, poetry, Post-A-Day2013

4 responses to “•☯• dream catcher •☯•

  1. nice. i love the message of this…and the creative way you spun it…i want a spider to come build dream catchers for me..with me…smiles.

  2. Such a beautiful story …. Thanks for sharing ♥

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