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August 26, 2006
My Dreams
My dreams have been quite vivid these past couple of days. I have been attending a monthly Dream Circle, which has been more than helpful, in so many ways. Particularly, freeing from concern about what others might see in my dreams about me.
I didn’t think this would even matter to me, but at this last session, one member stated that she felt much less inhibited about speaking her very personal dreams. At that moment, I believe we were all feeling a similar safeness. This is definitely not about judgment. It is true that we are all vulnerable to being judged, but I know these women are trusting as they share their inner, secret language.
There is a special bonding taking place. The magic happens as we share these rather bazar, intimate and sometimes humorous stories from our sleep.
We are all women, and this seems to be bringing forth a type of primal sistering, as well. I only knew one of these women previous to these sessions... all the others were complete strangers. We have only had three meetings thus far, so I am still not sure of all of their names. This being said, I do feel we are sharing things that some of the closet people rarely share, as we thoroughly examine and reflect on each others deepest messages.
For months, and maybe even years, my dreams have been rather foggy. Occasionally I do have some memory, but most of what comes in my sleep seems to escape me. These last two evenings have been so clear and came with such ease, as if something has switched. I felt compelled to enough to write about it.
As this learning process continues, I am enriched with the feminine, human element, which ultimately leads to the same answers that have always existed in our universe. I am filled with the desire to nurture and give love, as I also am learning to receive it.
Posted by kay at 10:30 PM | Comments (0)
August 07, 2006
Artist's Passion
Always before me stands this vast white space.
I look into my mind’s eye, my heart’s kinetic place,
And there, the rhythm begins.
The human face... so telling.
It’s expression whispers to me, now mixing the colors.
A bond is forming, strands of gold and silver,
Those from my deepest self, connecting us.
All of my life, put into this method.
Wood carved like love does our heart,
Oils, filling my senses with their permanence.
In soft layers they wait to dry
To be touched again with a favorite brush.
Like a birth, cells of paint glow in the new light.
Spirit enshrined before us, always pouring love in our direction.
Virtual spring of Truth, lover of all things,
My humble hand is yours.
Posted by kay at 11:16 PM | Comments (0)