Last night I dreamt of distant drums and a beach nestled in the middle of a forest clearing. Walking Bear was singing while I was chanting my favorite chant. We were two different voices calling out to spirit.. to those who would come witness our call. Eyes looked upon us from deep in the wood and I felt comforted as the trees stood as silent guardians around our rite. I woke up wanting to speak with bear.. I must make time to journey.