Breath of Life
by Aaron Paquette
I thought of the Shaman; of the Medicine Woman; the Visionary. I had a dream once of a world where the wise ones had to paint the seasons. If they didn't, the seasons wouldn't come to pass. They would watch the stars, listen to the wind, observe the animals and when the time was right they would sing, dance and paint and the world would turn as it should.
I felt the same thing could be applied to the creation of the planet. Don't doubt this truth: we create it fresh every day. Every moment we feel it, we think it into the reality that surrounds us. There once was a different dream, a simpler dream, and we all shared it. And it was about sharing. It was about giving thanks to each other and to Mother Earth, Father Sky, our brothers and sisters: the animals.
What dream do we want to dream now? What do we want the world to be for ourselves and for those who come after? What can we be excited about?
What can we be proud of?
What will bring us peace?
These are the issues that should occupy our days and to which our energies should be bent.
To what will we breathe our dreams? To what will we give the Breath of Life?