A Message for My Friends via My Friend the Moose



The moose showed up in my dreams last night. At the door of my tent, breathing, looking. He stood at the entrance, the only barrier between us a flimsy gossamer-like shroud.


I was both scared and not scared. Like both of us were caught somewhere between, in a time where something might happen, but also might not.


I knew he could tear my little tent apart, that there was power there. But I also knew to wait, to not be afraid, to watch him through that ghostly barrier between us, to just breathe along with him. So we watched each other, breathing together, me just slightly on edge, waiting to see if it was going to be ok. I thought it would be, but I’m also old enough to know that nature is strong, unpredictable, and definitely not in my control.


He wasn’t exactly my friend, as he belonged to a different world than I did. But he wasn’t my enemy either. I was right to be a bit on edge, to take notice and make sure my protective instincts were tuned in. He wasn’t there to hurt me, but he was there to show me something, to make a point. To tell me I could make it, to share a bit of his power. To tell me it would be ok. My home, my body, my family - we were safe.


I looked it up this morning. A moose is symbolic of courage, stamina, the ability to survive and succeed in times of change. Strength. The wisdom of elders.


I’ve had three conversations with three different people in the last few days sharing how it seems like something ominous is ‘in the air’. There are bad signs brewing. Danger ahead. None of us can put our finger on the specifics, but we feel it.


Take a moment to breathe along with the spirit of the moose today. Breath in the cold mountain air, touch your feet to the earth.


You may be stronger than you realize.



"The animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they are more finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other Nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth." ― Henry Beston


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Written March 11, 2022, the very first day in our province (BC) that we are dropping mask requirements. Yet even as we move away from the pandemic restrictions, there seems to be an underlying fear, a concern about what new world are we moving into. Restrictions are gone, but the fear and anxiety remain. The Russian/Ukraine war continues. Gas prices, food prices are rising.


Remember - what we fear may not happen. We are in a 'time between' - so be strong, gather your courage and tune into your instincts.


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Diane Currie Sam 

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