Much of the hare story about the connection of Hares to the season of spring has its origin in Celtic mythology. It is a story that was absorbed into other cultures, religious traditions and rituals commonly celebrated around the time of the vernal equinox in...
This blog post is about a dream that inspired me to open a box of old letters and photos belonging to my Great Grandmother Nella Seymour, my Grandmother Floi Tyler and my Mother Katharine Grey. After I recorded the dream in my journal...
The world speaks to us with signs, symbols, messages, coincidences, and synchronicities. Active dreamers become aware of the gifts of magic in these special moments of awareness. Active Dreamers are choosers. They learn they are the final authorities of their own dreams, that dreams are...
After attending a dreaming retreat in the Adirondacks of Upper State New York this month, I returned home inspired by the talented men and women who had shared their gifts with open hearts. I began reflecting upon the lessons I’ve been learning through the...
Dreams are the fire of the imagination, a place where one finds the dragon that wakes us up to what is possible. On this adventure, I found that dragon, a blue one who discovered he has more than smoke left in his belly. And...
As I’ve aged, I have thrown some soles away when they no longer served a purpose, and I have imagined other versions of myself in other times wearing different shoes. Most importantly, as I look back upon my life, I have tried to stay authentic...
His family asked for donations to a fund for esophageal cancer research. That just did not seem enough for me. I chose to set aside a number of $100 bills to tip people that Sal would have enjoyed. I was not prepared for the joy...
The magic of my relationship with my hawk has been like a tap on the shoulder, advising me to look closer at things, to dig deeper, to see beyond the obvious, to observe situations around me with a clearer focus and to view the world...
As in this mythic story, we all have experienced pain and loss throughout our lives, events and circumstances that caused us unbearable pain, and perhaps for a time turned our hearts to stone. The death of loved ones, a health crisis, family situations, relationship loss....
However, curiosity got the best of me. I tore open the package and discovered a photo inside padded bubble wrap. I pulled out the photo and an attached letter. I read the letter first and then looked at the photo. When I returned to my...
Do not underestimate the soft side of yourself, the vulnerable. And remember your passionate urge to create and recreate, your ability to jump over obstacles, to disguise what needs to be hidden and to escape situations that threaten your well-being. But most importantly, always remember...
Tom left a part of his heart etched in his perfect photo. He touched this image with more than the click of a camera…he touched it with his soul. He gave his family a legacy of his love. Kent grew up. He...
“In Celtic tradition, the field of dreams is a field of interaction between humans and the more-than-human. Dreaming is traveling, and a way of real magic which is the art of bringing gifts from another world into this world.” Continuing to read the historically based...
During my visit I discovered there was no chart for navigating the fluid space between the world of a woman and the world of her childhood. I experienced an “active dream” journey one evening while eating in a Mediterranean restaurant that used to be a...
"I realized that intentions are never really manifested without help from others in our daily lives. I recalled the health care professionals who taught me the meaning of compassion and love during the final weeks of my mother’s life. As I watched the way they...
"I believe our dreams form images and contain messages that point the way to the risks that our souls are calling us to make. They tell us when it is safe to risk, when we have prepared, studied or trained enough to make a jump....
"Perhaps as we begin the departure from the lovely autumn of our lives, we return to the pull of the stars, seeing them again through the child’s eye. And in that remembering, we truly understand the magic of childhood. Rilke wrote the following:...