I stayed with this dream when I got up in the dark this morning, and gave myself a few hours of liminal time before finding out the results of the election —
With my mind I set fire to the parched ground around a man and a few nearby people. I will not let it hurt them. It’s so beautiful as it illuminates the night.
I’m getting onto the back of a motorcycle. The man driving has long black hair and a bare torso. As I steady myself with my right hand on the man’s shoulder to mount the bike, I wonder if the raven perched on my right arm is going to fly away. He wouldn’t be the first bird — raven, hawk, falcon — to be with me for a time and fly away. I’m ok with that and feel no possessiveness. I too like to fly, and feel the memory of flying within the dreamscape. I admire the raven’s feathers, so close to my eyes.
I’m holding my favorite kitchen knife in my left hand. The man driving the motorcycle expresses concern that I might accidentally nick him with it, but playfully, a little tease about how much control I do or don’t have, since as I’m getting on the bike, the knife comes close to his neck/throat/jugular as I shift steadying myself from right hand to left. We laugh. I kiss the back of his neck and shoulder as I settle and we ride together.
May we all of us be poised and steady as we ride into this new chapter of the global story. May we have other-than-human allies. May we know the ability to create illumination with our minds. May we not hurt each other. Regardless of how it looks in this moment, may we express the noble beauty hidden within it all.