branches up, roots down

Being a therapist, and good friends with not just one, but TWO world-class dream workers, I am well acquainted with the transformative power of dreams. As a woman who has been grieving, I also am too well acquainted with the power of dreams to disturb and disrupt sleep. How many times can a person be run over by a white van, the dream shifting ever so slightly in whether I see it coming, stand firm, run , or get it from behind as I’m happily pulling weeds in a big garden? Apparently a lot, with even little additions like a hose that comes out and sprays boiling water on me, and a sound system blaring salsa music. Understanding the dream hasn’t made it go away, but I am working in dreamtime to get a vehicle of my own that can simply pass the white van and keep going. I know these white van dreams, and others like them, are part of the process of integrating loss into my being, are normal ways my unconsciousness is trying to make sense of the what makes absolutely...

Maybe it was Pantheacon, or maybe it was the moving into Pisces, but my nights have been filled with a multitude of vivid dreams. Among other things, I’ve been busy attending in my dreams all the workshops I missed at P-Con. I don’t regret for a second staying home to honor and bask in the perfection of Friday night and Saturday day, but it just so happened that this meant I missed two of the talks that I wanted to attend. One was the talk by Margot Adler , who just may have the best overview today of the history and diversity of this new “old religion”. She’s done me the courtesy of making several appearances in my dreams, imparting all sorts of wisdom that of course I can’t exactly recall. I’m thinking Margot is actually pretty wise, as from what I heard she said we’ve got to stop trotting out our “lineages” and we need to take better care of ourselves physically. Yes, and more yes. It is time to be adults, realize we can’t party without consequences forever and time to stand on ...