I had such a riveting dream last night. I was at the Theodore Roosevelt Symposium, with Jim. A baby bison wandered into the crowd, and I picked it up in my arms, trying to figure out how to rescue it. Knowing that it would not survive without a mother on which to nurse, I was perplexed. I tried to find my friend, Valerie Naylor, to help me. Then, my alarm clock went off.

Baby bison photograph I took in Theodore Roosevelt National Park, 2011.

Bison are my power animals.

Another dream, one night, alone in a motel room,12 years ago. It was very vivid. A bison was breaking in the door to my room. I mulled over this dream for a very long time and saw it as a message for some difficult decisions with which I was grappling.

“Some things aren’t visible until you’re truly ready to see them.” — Rza