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A Native American tradition, the dream catcher is meant to protect the sleeper. Good dreams slip through the centre hole and drip down the feathers to the person. Bad dreams are caught in the web and melt away with the first lights of day.

I had a dream catcher as a child. It hung over my bed amongst the flowered wallpaper. Soft brown leather wrapping and wrapping. A string weaving an intricate web dotted with pretty beads. Feathers trailing from the bottom of the circle. It kept away bad dreams usually.

Sometimes I’d just sit and hold it. My little fingers would trace the web, trying to find a pattern. Around and around the web. Circle, circle, circle. Life always moving…even if we don’t see any sort of pattern or direction.

We can act like a dream catcher in our waking moments. Welcoming each new day with the sunshine and letting the mistakes and aches of yesterday fade. Allowing ourselves to enjoy the simple moments and be open to the good all around us. While letting go of our hold on darkness…releasing our problems and not sweating the small stuff and trusting.

Pretend you’re a dream catcher for a moment and see what magic happens…

I haven’t had a dream catcher for years. I feel the need to find one again.

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