I was not initially grateful when Prairie Dog scurried through my dreams the other night. Cuddly and good-natured as he may be, I was not at a place where I felt I had time for pausing and reflecting on my path. I felt I needed to go, go, go, and maintain this momentum I’ve been building lately. Prairie Dog had other plans, and I was not surprised when I awoke with a stuffy nose and sore throat yesterday morning.
A cold may not seem like much of a gift from the Universe at first glance. However, after some meditation, I can see how the enforced respite is necessary for my growth. Our bodies know when it’s time to slow down, even when our minds neglect the need for patience and pause. A cold forces the mind to come back to the present, where the needs of the body are more immediate. Tea, warmth, rest: these are natural entries into the kind of replenishing inner retreat Prairie Dog calls us to. As I bundle up in my Grandmother’s quilt, and look out at the clear, wintry world of action and progress for progress’s sake, I am reminded of the innate wisdom of the Universe. I hope that if Prairie Dogs visits your dreams during this winter cold season, you welcome him more gracefully than I did at first. Blessings.








