I was told a story by a Navajo woman who I met at a roadside jewelry stand about a holy man making dream catchers.
She said this man spent most of his days weaving them and also giving counsel to others because he was very wise and possessed much knowledge.
One day, however, he woke in a terrible mood. He decided to ignore his rotten disposition and continued weaving the catchers anyways.
Later in the day one of his people came by to ask for guidance in a situation. The man quickly noticed how irritated and short the holy man was with him and knew that it had nothing to do with him.
After the holy man spoke the man asked if everything was ok. He admitted to waking up in a foul mood and not being able to shake it off throughout the entire day.
The man asked the holy man how many dream catchers he had weaved that day and he said “Many.” The man said to the holy man, “Well that’s a shame, isn’t it?”
The holy man knew at that moment what needed to be done. He knew he would have to take the time to undo every single dream catcher that he had spent hours making that day and leave them for a day when he felt better.
The moral of the story is that you put your intent into everything that you do. The holy man recognized this and knew that he could not, with good conscience, send out these dream catchers that he had made while he was angry. He knew that it would take away the magic and the goodness from them and that he should wait until he could make them with pure, good intent instead.
So I ask myself, what kind of intent do I carry with me today?