Let The Words Fall Out
For years I didn’t speak much within my dreams. I thought a lot of things, but I didn’t say them out loud. This reflected how I operated in life. There was a way that I held back my words. It was a life long habit. Maybe it is something I started early in life when speaking up didn’t serve me well. Humans have an amazing ability to speak – but so many of us hold back.
The Dream As Compost: A Special Dream Essay For Earth Day
There is so much richness in the poem “This Compost,” by Walt Whitman. Whitman uses the compost metaphor beautifully. Perhaps you can relate to the natural cycling process that he walks us through. It speaks to me personally, reflecting my inner landscape and experience with dreamwork. It also points to a natural journey we all experience as humans on this earth.