As the winter solstice approaches—just over
a month to go!—we have passed samhein, the cross-quarter time between
equinox/solstice, and dip into the moments when the seeds are dropping into the
soil. Some seeds need the coming cold, a freezing process the oddly (in my mind)
leads to viability when the soil warms with spring rains.
I am ever hopeful for these seasons despite
looming drought in this southwest area of Turtle Island/the USA. Our snows are
late at this writing and predictions are for a dry winter.
Still, I want to trust in the seeds, and I
feel such love for the birds that are now arriving into the land around my
casita, feasting on the dried seed that has formed from the brightly colored
flowers, pollinated/fertilized into this state by so many bees, both native and
non-native, and by all kinds of butterflies, throughout the summer months.
I
am in awe of these seasons and the complexity of the ecologies around me.
As
I have typed I keep mistaking “soil” for “soul”. Just a skip of a vowel leads
me to the deeper meaning I want to explore: an ecology of the soul, our dreams
as seeds, now ripened, needing perhaps a rest time, an encapsulation of cold
and snow and freeze.
I’m wanting to explore this idea of dreams
as seeds, and feel into what is contained in the psyche when seen as an imaginal
ecology. A time of varying seasons depending of course on where we are on the
planet. What happens if we let our
dreams rest for a while? I imagine the dna concentrating into its future form.
The root, and sprout, and leaf and flower contained in a tiny vessel of sorts
underneath the earth.
This
idea will lead the next “Make Your Own Dreamzines” art journaling
workshop on November 23rd: a nod to the approaching winter
here in Santa Fe, Dreams perhaps held in the soil/soul/ dreams of ancestors,
even dreams of other beings who live and have lived here. Pinon tree and its
companion blue pinon jay, the grasses and aster with their nutrient dense seed
now dropping to the earth. May they, my dreams, feed my being, produce new
images. The year closes soon and a new cycle of dreaming will begin anew.
Sunday
November 23rd, noon-3pm. Enjoy hot tea and yummy snacks along with a
contemplation of a dream of memory, and creative work with the hands, cutting
and pasting and drawing and painting into the pages of your accordion journal.
All materials provided. Email me with questions or to reserve your place!
Directions provided on registration. mexrebe@yahoo.com
2nd Winter
workshop December 28th, same time; usher in and out the (Gregorian
calendar) years….
And
as always individual dreamwork is available virtually. Want to incubate a
creative project? Embodied Imagination® is well suited for this. Look for a
workshop series in spring!