by Liza Hyatt | Nov 26, 2022 | compassion, dreams, Feelings, Front Page Slider, imagination, love, soul, Uncategorized
To share our dreams in a Natural Dreamwork session, we need to remember and write them down. But in the transition from sleep to waking, something is always lost. Sometimes we lose the entire dream. Sometimes we recall a remnant of a longer dream, but lose the dream’s...
by Rodger Kamenetz | Nov 12, 2022 | dreams, Feelings, Front Page Slider, gratitude, imagination, love, Natural Dreamwork
Natural Dreamwork founder Rodger Kamenetz speaks with Katherine Bell of The Dream Journal about the depth of feeling in our dreams and a way to contemplate our dreams that can open our hearts to gratitude. During this rich and helpful conversation Rodger...
by Liza Hyatt | Nov 1, 2022 | compassion, Feelings, Front Page Slider, imagination, Natural Dreamwork, The Sacred
I often hear people unfamiliar with dreamwork say: “My dreams are just weird bits of random stuff. Occasionally I might have a big one, but most are about ordinary things, like folding laundry, not worth paying attention to.” I sometimes judged my dreams in...
by Ali Meyer | Oct 11, 2022 | creativity, dreams, Feelings, Front Page Slider, healing, imagination, voice
My gift is my song and this one’s for you, and you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it’s done, I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is while...
by Keren Vishny | Jul 3, 2022 | dreams, Feelings, Front Page Slider, imagination, Natural Dreamwork, soul
Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forest of the night: What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake, from Songs of Experience Who are the creatures in our dreams? And what does the way they are...
by Keren Vishny | May 3, 2022 | Feelings, Front Page Slider, healing, imagination, Mystery, Natural Dreamwork, senses, soul
This is the creature there has never been. They never knew it, and yet, none the less, they loved the way it moved, its suppleness, its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene. Not there, because they loved it, it behaved as though it were. They always left some space....
