My Month of Written Devotion is for the Spirit of the Santa Clara Valley
I believe my strength relative to my Valley and the land in general is my dreaming relationship with it. I have never heard of anyone who dreams quite the way I do. (I’m sure that doesn’t mean I’m the only one, of course – it’s a big world out there, and my Lady embraces a million or so people. But a strength needn’t be unique to be useful.)
I had intended for this meme to be mostly poetry, but that fell away quite quickly, although my poetic brain has kicked in enough in some posts to affect my phrasing. But that poetic brain, I think it’s tied to my dreamer’s brain. It’s a way of looking at the world that infuses everything with a meaning beyond its immediate self.
The other thing my dreaming with the land allows me is a way to see the Land’s self-perception. I’ve talked about this a little already, about landfill not being there in the dream map, about trains still crossing the lower deck of the Bay Bridge (which, wow, I’m sure the old span will take a long time to disappear from the dreaming land).
I know there are places where what I see is translated into something I can make sense of – I doubt the land is remembering human carnivals built on the Bay floor, for example. But not all of what the Land remembers is an aspect of our physical world. Some of those things are, I believe, connections with otherworlds, Fae worlds, perhaps.
As I wander, I may spot and address issues that were going unnoticed in the waking world, places where a necessary spiritual boundary has been damaged, or the wyrd lines have been torn and need re-weaving. Places where a local spirit is in distress.
I feel honored to be allowed to wander, not just occasionally, but frequently, the dreaming lands. I think it must be allowed at least partially because I have the talent for doing it well, and that makes me useful in doing so.
If that’s not a strength, I’m not sure what is?
P.S. Lon is doing it too! 😀