“Dreamcatcher Mini”

This piece reflects the dreamcatcher’s sacred place in Native American culture, a symbol of protection and tradition passed from elders to children. Woven with prayer, love, and memory, it serves as both a guardian of the night and a living thread that connects generations through spirit and story.

DREAMCATCHER

Grandfather, what hangs above my bed?
The circle with feathers and the string of turquoise and red.
It moves so softly when the night winds blow—
Is it a bird or a web? I’d like to know.
You said it keeps bad dreams away,
But how does it know which ones to stay?

That is the dreamcatcher, little one,
Woven by hands when the day is done.
It holds the night in a sacred way,
Letting the good dreams gently stay.
The feathers guide them through the light,
While the dark ones vanish into night.
This is the gift our people keep
To guard your spirit while you sleep.

Grandfather, who taught you how to weave?
And why the beads, and why the leaves?
Did you make one when you were small like me,
To catch the dreams you used to see?
I want to learn, if I still may—
To make my own and hang it one day.

Yes, child, I learned when I was young,
From songs the elders softly sung.
We use the willow, bend it round,
And with a prayer, it’s spirit-bound.
Each thread is tied with love and care,
A circle strong with breath and air.
The beads are stories, the feathers true—
They carry the dreams that come to you.

Child: Will you teach me how to weave one right?
Elder: Yes, with the sun, before the night.
Child: Will it protect me like it did for you?
Elder: It will, if your hands and heart are true.