Dreaming…
…is my spiritual practice.
My Dream Journal
to inspire fellow dreamers
Dreaming is indeed and has always been my spiritual practice. After more than 20 years engaged in the art of dreaming, I open my dream journal to you. May my practice and process of conversing with and honoring my dreams serve to encourage and inspire you in your relationship with yours.
January 18, 2021
January 18, 2021 ~ There are dark purple wings on my back, like a cape; fabric that is soft and billows in the wind. All through the night I practice flying with lots of falling and getting back up. I’m tired but determined. I wake with a dream imperative: a strong, clear voice that says, “Find a way to practice flying.”
December 30, 2020
December 30, 2020 ~ The Queen calls my name and orders me to come to the front of the room and stand by her side. She instructs me, “Speak your spark”. And as I do, she is not threatened by my power, but supportive of it.
December 28, 2020
December 28, 2020 ~ Channels, connectors are crossing through, over, under, intersecting. I’m in a dream and in comes something from another time and place, then again and again, connecting in with where I am. The worlds open to each other and blend, like colors, mixing and bleeding.
September 19, 2020
September 19, 2020 ~ A bowl of strawberries; lingering and savoring everything about them; their smell, color, shape, texture, light and shadow. And of course their taste. To be so present is so simple and so divine.
june 1, 2020
June 1, 2020 ~ Dreams were fleshy, soft, warm and good. I feel achey and soft in my heart.
April 9, 2020
April 9, 2020 ~ I’m going to marry the Universe. It’s a way to save everything. There’s a great sacrifice in it and it feels right for my soul. Life as I know it will not be the same afterwards. As soon as I say, “I do”, a crown of fire alights on my head.
October 22, 2019
October 22, 2019 ~ I’m in between worlds, communicating with both humans and with spirits. I have black painted circles around my eyes, in hopes to be more visible in the spirit world.
October 12, 2019
October 12, 2019 ~ After lots of hard work moving everything out of this space, I enjoy being alone and with a lot of space. I lay on the floor and dance as the light streams in from the open door.
September 3, 2019
September 3, 2019 ~ We are asked to draw an image privately on our page. The spiritual teacher in front of us draws one too. When she reveals her image, it is my image exactly. She calls me forward and I lay with my head in her lap as we speak together in front of everyone about leading from the heart.
September 2, 2019
September 2, 2019 ~ An egg shape. I am weaving threads through lifetimes. It’s varied and beautiful; deep, rich, full, meaningful, purposeful. All of the mundane everyday stuff is what weaves it together.
March 16, 2019
March 16, 2019 ~ I’m planting seeds in a dark passageway, between wooden steps. “An African Daisy will be a sweet surprise someday”, I think to myself. I find a peach pit in the earth, as I plant my seeds and I smile as I realize that I’m not the only one planting seeds here.
March 1, 2019
March 1, 2019 ~ White snake rises from the dark void, showing me how to feel with every part of my being all at once.
January 6, 2019
January 6, 2019 ~ I’m walking with ease and joy, raised up and supported by invisible forces over a garden full of ripe fruit and vegetables. There’s a celebration today and I feel exactly where I want to be. Everything is ready.
September 27, 2018
September 27, 2018 ~ Golden kernels of corn are used to play a rowdy game and are tossed everywhere. I pick up the corn off of the floor and begin resetting the altar. First I wipe the surface with a clean damp rag, and then I place handfuls of corn in a small bowl upon the altar.
September 25, 2018
September 25, 2018 ~ The lid of the cage is open and a black, red and white snake are loose. I’m trying to contain them to one room and not get bitten, with my child in my arms. A professional snake catcher comes to help.
September 20, 2018
September 20, 2018 ~ I wake with the image of a beautiful golden statue and the words “liquid love” in my ear.
September 9, 2018
September 9, 2018 ~ I am living in a nunnery with strict rules; a dress code, no belongings, no color visible anywhere and made to walk in single file straight lines. I disassemble something to take its scarlet ribbon. I admire its color, texture and feel as I run it between my fingers. I place it intentionally in my hair, knowing that I’m rebelling.