DREAM CYCLE: POEM & DREAM

DREAM CYCLE: POEM & DREAM

A Dream Cycle at Winter Solstice by Keren Vishny  Limp leaves on parched vines. Soil cracked. Centipede crawls upward. Nothing left. Heart sunk. Cracked window admits the draft I go outside to get warm. Gray. Pink glimmer at the edges Dare I hope for dawn? Soft hands...
A HUGE MAN

A HUGE MAN

A HUGE MAN What are the right questions to ask of a dream? I learned something new from one of my client’s dreams recently. Marian Gay and I have been working together for a number of years, and she is now herself a dreamwork practitioner. Here is her dream...