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!
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