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I'm more collected today. I woke a little earlier, had a frosty shower and shaved. For the first time in a while, I don't remember what I was dreaming about. I remember feeling it, experiencing the dream, but no details. I find dreaming is one of my favorite experiences, always intriguing, fascinating.

I had a dream on friday that I remember vividly. I was outside, having dinner at some sort of family function. My mom's brother was there, along with a few other people including my sister, Diane and Al, our truck driver at work. I was looking over my uncle's shoulder watching a white bird swoop back and forth in the air. It rose on one side, and dipped coming up again on the other, like a pendulum, but more erratic. I noticed that there was something rising and falling from the bird's back as it did. It had two hatchlings on it's back, that were jumping into the air at the pinnacle of the jump and the bird was swooping to catch them again.
I got up from the table and went over to investigate. As I approached the bird swooped to the ground and hid in the nook of a tree. It had downy white and brown feathers and looked like a small owl, but as I got closer, I saw it had four feet, each ending with sharp, black talons. It was a miniature griffin. I laid on the grass in front of the tree and began to coax the griffin out. It approached me trepidatiously, the hatchlings following, and determining that I wasn't a threat, it wound itself in my hair and gently clawed the top of my head. The hatchlings also came out and chased each other around my outstretched body, and Diane came to sit with me. She told me we had to leave.
When I returned to the table to tell the company we were leaving, my uncle asked what I was doing. I told him I found a bird's nest. He licked his lips and laughed a deep, raspy voice, "I bet the wings are nice and tender." I threatened him with violence if anything happened to the nest while I was gone, and he laughed.
I returned later and found that the party was dispersed, except my sister and a couple other people. The table was littered here and there with bones and white and brown feathers. I remember feeling rage, deep rage, even in my dream, and told my sister that I was going to find our uncle and make him regret what he'd done. My sister turned and smiled at me, fresh blood at the corner of her mouth and told me it wasn't our uncle. Al, the truck driver killed the griffins, tore their wings off and brought them whole and bloody to the table. The gathering devoured the raw, feathered flesh and dispersed.

It reminds me, especially today, about my willingness to see the beauty and fragility of the world around me. I see the sacred, the magical, while people I'm surrounded by see consumption. Or perhaps, it was a reminder of the vicious carnivors I'm descended from.

Today's Rune:
Berkana -Birch
Growth, health, fertility. My mind feels fertile today, my thoughts growing and green. Abundant. I saw this rune yesterday in the "Bluetooth" logo. It's an oval, blue shape, like a polished stone, with a bind rune (a single rune made of two or more runes) in it; Berkana (which looks more or less like "B") and gebo ("X"). That makes drawing the rune today particularly portent, perhaps (hmmmm, alliteration).

posted by September @ 7:11 AM