by Rodger Kamenetz | Apr 9, 2021 | Arts, Current, Front Page Slider, healing, Mystery, Natural Dreamwork, Poetry, relationship, The Sacred
“You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born. Fear not the strangeness you feel. The future must enter you long before it happens. Just wait for the birth, for the the hour of the new clarity.”– Rainer Maria Rilke Everyone...
by Keren Vishny | Mar 31, 2021 | dreams, Feelings, Front Page Slider, images, Natural Dreamwork, relationship, soul
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error! – that a spring was breaking out in my heart… So begins a remarkable poem by Antonio Machado, in which he speaks of the wonders of his nightly dreams, bringing water of a new life … and honey from… old failures....
by Mary Jo Heyen | Feb 26, 2021 | dreams, Feelings, healing, images, Natural Dreamwork, relationship, soul
Dream images… three pinto horses waiting and pawing on the hillside… a door that won’t lock… two lovers touching foreheads… a figure standing outside my dark window… the gift of a small painting with still wet paint… Every image that comes to us in a dream wants to...
by Mary Jo Heyen | Jan 29, 2021 | dreams, Feelings, healing, love, relationship, soul
Many of us never got to feel special…especially to those who mattered to us. We came to believe there was only so much special…only so much love…to go around and we were left out. In my work with dreamers, a theme that comes up frequently in their dreams is the desire...
by Marian Gay | Jan 22, 2021 | dreams, Feelings, Front Page Slider, healing, images, love, relationship
DREAM I keep seeing an almost empty courtroom, with a man in it. I think there’s a trial going on and I’ve done something wrong, with a sense of foreboding. A warm coral color is all around, part of the seating. Gradually I begin to hear the man’s kind voice speaking...
by Mary Jo Heyen | Nov 27, 2020 | dreams, Feelings, Front Page Slider, healing, love, relationship, soul
This is the season of giving…the gifts of our hearts, our selves, our presents and our presence. For our dreams there is no special season. Each and every night they come bearing gifts selected precisely for each of us. In The History of Last Night’s Dream, Natural...
