I attended a dream workshop last week. We learned about the biblical dreamers, the history of dream study, and how brain science has confirmed the times during our sleep cycle when our unconscious sorts through our daily experiences and extends wisdom to our consciousness in the form of a dream. The most profound part of the workshop was when we experienced the practice of group dreamwork, when one person shares her dream with the others. Each of the others ‘takes the dream as their own’ for a short time, and says what their associations are “in my dream.” And thus began the outpouring of profound words by a circle of women about motherhood, the deep, intense love for our children, our instinct to protect them, the painful knowing of them leaving the nest, guilt, loss, pride, the passing on of knowledge and values, the ones who stand with us, and who we are as a person in the midst of it all. We then ‘gave the dream back’ to the dreamer, and she could make whatever meaning resonated with her. We were all deeply touched by the dream and the process.
Motherhood, and all that goes with it, is not just for humans. Witnessing the mothering abilities and instincts of cats, cows, sheep, birds, deer, and even research mice has made me admire all mamas of creation. One mother we have seen frequently this year is a turkey and her young ones. At the beginning of August, she had taught her little ones to fly to the branches of an Oak tree to roost for the night.
At the beginning of September, they were following her through the woods in search of tasty insects, grasses, and seeds.
By the beginning of October, the young ones had adult-sized bodies with awkward feathers and heads, and were still roosting in the Oak trees.
They were back this last week. The matriarch was heavy-bodied and mature in her rich, Fall feathers. She had laid the eggs over a month’s time, brooded them for another month, protected the poults before they could fly, lost a number of them before that time, joined with others into a family group, and was always watchful and protective as her young ones grew and developed.
She and her young ones have walked hundreds, if not thousands, of miles in their grazing pursuits in the last six months. What dangers they must have encountered in all those miles!
Because we know who also travels through the front yard…
The turkeys have also had many peaceful times in our yard and woods where acorns and maple seeds are plentiful.
I love this picture of Mama Turkey. She looks like she has ‘come into her own.’ Her young ones are big enough to fend for themselves but will stay with her until the next mating season in Spring. She has grown and developed also, during her motherhood.
Then it’s time to move on… More miles, more foraging, more watchfulness. The roles of motherhood are deeply ingrained.
Motherhood. It encompasses the deepest of emotions, the hardiness of body, the strength of spirit, and the burnishing of our soul. Perhaps our children are like dreams—they are shared with us, and we take them as our own. In my dream, you are loved beyond measure. In my dream, you are protected from harm and have all the essentials of life. In my dream, education and spirituality are daily practices. In my dream, the ones who stand with you will help you reach your greater good. In my dream, I am always with you…. And then, we have to give them back, and they make meaning out of their own lives. In motherhood, we start out rather unconscious, and as we walk the miles and live the years, we gain consciousness and wisdom. We come into our own. We move on—more loving, more letting go, more watchfulness. What a profound dream. What a profound process.
Francesco says
Always nice pictures and even better words!
Denise Brake says
Thank you, Francesco!
Katie says
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing your wisdom.
Denise Brake says
Thank you, Katie! It was a meaningful morning.
Mary Weitzel says
Denise,
Your writing always affects me in some deep way. This I will carry with me maybe forever.
Denise Brake says
Thank you, Mary. We are here to share our dreams, our hearts, and our lives.