Last night I had a strange dream that led me to the camas fields.
In my dream, a woman I know visited me at my childhood home in Seattle. She said, "I understand you're planting native species in your yard. You really should plant Zigadenus Elegans." She motioned toward a box of beautiful white flowers on the ground near her feet. She then removed one of the flowers from the box and handed it to me.
As I examined the white flower, something felt terribly wrong. "I don't want these," I said to myself.
I began to sift through the white flowers in the box, looking for one that would make me happy. None of the white flowers gave me any sense of enjoyment or peace. Instead, I managed to find several blue flowers hidden in the mix. "These are the ones I'll choose for my garden," I said.
Then I woke up.
All morning the name of that plant rattled in my brain, Zigadenus Elegans. I know I saw that name someplace before, but I couldn't remember where. Finally, a quick Google search revealed the common name of the plant: Death Camas.
The words startled me. Why did that woman want me to plant death camas in my yard? What is the message I'm supposed to take away? What meaning might this plant have in my life?
Impelled by my haunting dream images, I drove to the one place I had seen death camas before. I wanted to see the plant again up close and maybe take a few pictures. Unfortunately, I found out that death camas doesn't flower just yet.
On the positive side, I did find the pleasant blue flowers from my dream: the brown camas. This plant is a traditional food of the Plateau Salish tribes. The flower is blue, but the white starchy bulbs turn dark brown when cooked, hence the name brown camas.
You know what that dream was preparing you for. Don't look for it. Just prepare for it.
ReplyDeleteHi Krystal, your comments are very intriguing to me. What do you think the dream means? Do you see any symbolism, or do you feel the dream literally relates to death camas? Please let me know your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThis isn't going to make sense. I don't interpret dreams. What I do is occassional deliver messages, and sometimes just out of the blue. I don't always even REMEMBER delivering a message.
ReplyDeleteI can't tell you how what I posted came to me. I can tell you that it came to me in an instant and I was typing before the thought was even completed.
But there was complete and total peace around me at the time. Death isn't an end, it's a beginning. Stop looking at it.
Thank you, Krystal. Your words make perfect sense to me. You are correct; death is not the end.
ReplyDeleteLately, I've been far too focused on "the end."
I'm rarely afforded the meaning of a message. Thank-you for letting me know. It helps me to know I'm not insane. It's also a good validation.
ReplyDeleteThank-you.
You are most certainly not insane, Krystal. Your words were spot on.
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