Static on the radio…
“Take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy”
It’s been a very busy couple of months. In addition to my “regular job” I’ve been seeing patients every weekend without a hitch. There’ve been workshops, journeying circles, sweat lodges and medicine wheels – and we’ve even managed to squeeze in the occasional social event. The pace has been almost non-stop, but until recently, the edges hadn’t begun to fray. Just the other day that started to change, and I spotted the inevitable burnout on the horizon. “Just a few more weeks of this, and I can relax,” I told myself.
I got into the car for my morning commute, and turned on the radio. The station I normally listen to was almost completely static. I turned to another station and got the same result. A quick trip through the presets showed all the stations to be the same. I looked out the window and noticed my antenna was missing. (I was so tired that it never occurred to me that there wasn’t an antenna on my car – a vehicle I’d owned for the last four years – in the first place). I turned the radio off and continued the drive.
A few blocks later on a whim I turned it back on. Every station came in loud and clear. I immediately knew that someone was trying to tell me something. “You’re not receiving the message. You need to shut down and be silent for a while, and things will sort themselves out.” I heard the words as clearly as if I’d spoken them.
I thought of my hectic schedule, the patient I’d be speaking with that evening, and the ones I’d be seeing over the next few weeks. “Just a few more weeks of this, and I can relax,” I repeated under my breath.
Then a few nights ago I had an important dream.
I was walking through the large grassy back yard of what appeared to be a farm house property. I encountered an enormous mangy dog that looked as if he might have been rabid. He was very skinny and disheveled, and was gnawing on a bone that was so old it was bleached white. I knew I had to get past him in order to get home, so I thought I would distract him by throwing him another bone in hopes he would leave the path to chase after it.
As I looked down at my right hand, I saw that I held an old dry bone, even more bleached than the one he was currently chewing on. I decided to throw it anyway. When I did, he immediately caught it. He dropped it to the ground, ran up to me, and closed his jaws around my right hand. I pulled my hand free of his mouth and noticed that although he hadn’t broken the skin, the indentations of his teeth were still clearly visible. My hand almost immediately began to swell. I turned it from side to side to examine it more closely. The skin remained stationary, while bones beneath it moved.
I journeyed on this yesterday, and discussed the experience with my teacher. Wolf accompanied me, which only seemed appropriate. My teacher informed me that he had sent the dog to deliver me a message. The dog, he said, represented my life – shamanically and otherwise, and the bone was the attention I’d been giving it. He informed me that I’d been spreading myself too thin lately, and that I needed to slow down and nourish myself. He also informed me that he’d been at the root of two of my patients cancelling this weekend in order to allow me to do this. He said they’d return when they were ready, but that I really needed to rest and rebuild my strength.
I thanked him for taking care of me, and providing me with a couple of days to relax. He smiled and pointed over my shoulder. There stood the dog surrounded by an energetic glow. At his feet was an enormous bone covered with fresh meat. He began to tear at it greedily, as if he hadn’t eaten in months. I merged with the dog momentarily, and tasted the meat. I could feel his strength returning with every bite. The merge broke as the dog began to shimmer. He faded away only to be replaced by Wolf! I started to laugh and Wolf cocked his head quizzically to one side. The two had been in cahoots all along. I thanked them for their care and their teachings, and left the journey a little wiser than when I’d started. . .
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