Where does time go during a pandemic? Perhaps into the underworld dream realm altogether.  I hope you have all been able to connect with your dreaming psyche during these strange days.

I feel fortunate that sometimes I remember my sleeping dreams; and I take comfort in knowing that even when I cannot recall dreams, my psyche is always, always dreaming. I am more and more convinced that all of Nature is dreaming; that the Soul of the World is in dream state, as we are. 

I can't believe a year has passed since I last wrote here!  My writing has secretly continued and a new web page is forthcoming, in early '23. How did that time flowfly by? I read that young people refer to say 1997 as "the late 1900's". I guess that's true! (Doing the math... what?! )

In the meantime, keep making meaning, keep making art if in secret, secret writing... and the time will come to reconnect... this virtual world has riches, until we meet again in person, hugging.... and look for my new web page with online workshops in 

Embodied Imagination®  Dreamwork,

and in 

Art-Making: The Wisdom of the Hands

              *Prayer Cards for the Planet

               *Dream shrines

                  and a return to                              

               * Visual Journaling with CG Jung’s Red Book!  

 

Greetings below from Tesuque (Shidoni gallery), from Santa Fe Plaza, and from Poppy and Molly dreaming.....