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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 played the perfect tennis match and graduated from law school like his grandfather. And now he is a loving father to three sons of his own, doing the kinds of things he imagined his father would have done with him. Kent’s mother has a professional camera and takes pictures of those grandsons…trying to capture the perfect photograph. Continue Reading


“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 description, I knew we would have a powerful experience with the ancient deer. And that we would “find our way to the island of apples, dream with the Merlin who is the lover of words and deer and poetic speech, and that if we were lucky he would offer us an apple that contains a story that will give us the power to shape shift our lives.” I would have the opportunity to give voice to the song of my own soul. But would there be dragons there?Continue Reading


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 favorite drugstore in my childhood.

In one moment the nine- year-old-girl in the woman glimpses the drug store where she balanced atop a stool sipping a chocolate soda, counting her money, hoping for just enough to purchase a stuffed animal. Then, in a blink of an eye, she rests within the woman who sits firmly on a chair drinking wine and eating a Greek salad. The past lies on the edge of the woman’s vision, both worlds equally real.

In this moment of dreaming in the drugstore turned restaurant, the woman reclaimed the girl.Continue Reading


“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 treated my mother I learned “what it looked like” to be more of a peaceful presence. I thought about the loving friends who signed up for my first group outside a school setting, supporting me as I began to create a circle of dreamers. “Continue Reading


“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. As we learn to listen to our dreams, we begin the process of waking up to our true gifts. And when we share our dreams with others in the right ways within the safety of a dream circle, we gain understanding, clarity of vision, and support for answering the soul’s call.”Continue Reading


“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: ‘…oh longing for places that were not cherished enough in that fleeting hour. How I long to make good from far the forgotten gesture…’ What better gesture can a grandmother offer, than a remembered legacy of awe, and wonder. For it is through these things the gods touch our souls.”Continue Reading